The Kappa, a green-skinned water imp, hopped from the reeds. It bowed mockingly to the one-handed stranger. "Sumo?" it chirped, confident in its wrestling skills. Sara-Fed Torrent.
Tyr, the Norse God of Justice and War, looked down. He had placed his hand in the mouth of Fenrir. He had bound the Wolf. A turtle-man was a joke.
"I accept the challenge," Tyr said.
The Kappa grinned. It lunged, aiming for a cheap trip.
Tyr didn't move his feet. One-Handed Valor. He caught the Kappa by its shell with his remaining hand. The grip was iron.
"You wrestle without honor," Tyr judged.
Oathsmith's Edict.
Tyr slammed the imp into the mud. It wasn't just a throw; it was a verdict. The force of the impact flattened the Kappa into the riverbank. Ashamed, bruised, and realizing he was wrestling a concept of cosmic order, the Kappa apologized profusely and swam away to hide under a lily pad.