Against Thor

Natasha and Diana stood face to face in the grand Asgardian arena, a crowd of curious warriors encircling them. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as the two women prepared for another intense sparring match.

Natasha, clad in her sleek black combat suit, ignited the Demon Flame in her hands. The dark, fiery energy flickered like a living entity, ready to lash out at her opponent. Her movements were precise and fluid, honed through years of training and countless battles. Her eyes gleamed with determination, showing no sign of hesitation.

Diana, on the other hand, exuded an aura of raw, untamed power. Her Cursed Blood technique caused a faint, eerie crimson mist to emanate from her body. Unlike Natasha's focused control, Diana's power seemed almost alive, pulsating with chaotic energy. Her pale features contrasted sharply with the malevolent force surrounding her, making her an intimidating opponent.

The match began with a burst of speed. Natasha darted forward, her agility unmatched, as she launched a series of rapid strikes infused with the Demon Flame. Each punch carried a fiery trail, searing the air as they aimed for Diana. But Diana was ready. Her Cursed Blood formed a crimson shield around her, deflecting Natasha's attacks with ease.

"You're faster than before," Diana remarked with a sly smirk, her voice laced with admiration and challenge.

"And you're tougher than ever," Natasha retorted, pivoting gracefully to avoid a counterstrike.

Diana retaliated with a sweeping motion, sending tendrils of Cursed Blood toward Natasha. The tendrils writhed like snakes, their tips sharp and deadly. Natasha leapt into the air, narrowly avoiding them, and countered by launching a wave of Hell Wind. The invisible force rushed toward Diana, slicing through the arena floor as it traveled.

The impact caused a shockwave that sent dust and debris flying. Diana stumbled slightly but steadied herself, her Cursed Blood absorbing much of the damage. She grinned, her eyes glowing faintly red. "You're going to have to try harder than that," she taunted, her voice dripping with confidence.

The two women continued their clash, trading blows and counterattacks with relentless intensity. Natasha's Demon Flame burned brighter with each strike, while Diana's Cursed Blood grew more volatile, forming jagged spikes and whips that lashed out unpredictably.

At one point, Natasha managed to land a solid kick on Diana, sending her skidding backward. But Diana quickly regained her footing, her laughter echoing through the arena. "Nice hit. Now it's my turn!" she exclaimed, unleashing a wave of crimson energy that forced Natasha to retreat.

The Asgardian warriors watching from the sidelines were captivated. They had rarely seen such a display of raw skill and power. Natasha's calculated precision was a stark contrast to Diana's unrelenting ferocity, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.

Despite the intensity of the battle, neither woman fought with the intent to harm. There was an underlying sense of respect and camaraderie between them, evident in their subtle smiles and the occasional exchange of banter.

After several minutes of combat, the arena floor bore the marks of their battle—scorch marks from the Demon Flame, deep grooves from Hell Wind, and crimson stains from Cursed Blood. Both women were breathing heavily but showed no signs of surrender.

"One more round?" Natasha asked, her lips curling into a smirk as she prepared to reignite the Demon Flame.

"Always," Diana replied, her Cursed Blood swirling around her like a living storm.

The crowd roared in approval, eager to witness the next round of this electrifying duel.

Dave, on the other hand, approached Thor, who was standing to the side watching the duel.

"I didn't know there were such powerful warriors on Midgard," Thor remarked as he observed Natasha and Diana intently.

"They are exceptions everywhere," Dave replied casually. Thor nodded, his interest piqued.

"Hmm. Now that I'm free, would you like to fight?" Thor asked, gripping his hammer tightly as lightning bolts streaked around him. His eyes gleamed with battle-hardened intensity.

"Sure," Dave nodded, then added, "But let them finish their fight first."

Thor nodded in agreement, and the two stood silently, watching the conclusion of Natasha and Diana's duel.

Soon, the match ended with Diana emerging victorious. While Natasha had far more experience, Diana's raw power and diverse techniques—some learned from the One Piece world—proved to be decisive. Diana even possessed mastery over Haki, though she hadn't used it during the match. Her incredibly resilient body and unpredictable fighting style were enough to overwhelm Natasha in the end.

Despite her loss, Natasha's performance had been extraordinary, showcasing her strategic brilliance and mastery over the Demon Flame and Hell Wind. The Asgardians cheered loudly, impressed by the remarkable display of strength and skill from both combatants.

"Now, my friends, it's time for me to battle!" Thor announced as he entered the arena, his booming voice echoing across the space. The Asgardians erupted into even louder cheers, their enthusiasm uncontainable. Natasha and Diana also stood at side wondering whom he is going to fight against.

"I will fight the mightiest man from Midgard, Dave Garcia!" he declared, pointing his hammer toward Dave.

Dave casually waved his hand at the crowd in acknowledgment, standing relaxed in his usual attire: a white shirt and black pants. Despite his calm demeanor, his presence radiated strength. He stepped into the arena, his footsteps deliberate.

"Ready?" he asked Thor with a confident smirk.

Thor nodded firmly.

Volstagg, acting as the referee, stepped into the center and raised his hand. The arena fell silent, the tension palpable. Dave, in preparation, deactivated his Dante and Mummud templates, choosing to rely solely on the full power of his Whitebeard template. Instantly, his body surged with the peak strength and aura of Whitebeard from One Piece.

Dave glanced at Thor, his expression resolute. "Let me enjoy this battle," he muttered to himself.

As Volstagg's hand came down to signal the start, both warriors moved simultaneously. Thor charged forward with his lightning-infused hammer, crackling bolts of electricity illuminating the arena. Dave, in turn, activated his Armament Haki, the darkened aura coating his fists as he met Thor's attack head-on, undeterred by the immense power surging toward him.

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