The King of gods

Just immediately after saying that. Ron heard steps coming from a distance accompanied by heavy growling, from the sound of it they sounded like they were running. And it was just a matter of time before they caught up to them.

I am not strong enough to fight, not yet." Nathan trembled.

"Then we better start running," Ellen drew a line using a white piece of chalk that formed a magical force field. "This should hold the wolves for a bit," she said then they all started running as fast as they could through the tunnels with Ginsu leading the way.

They reached a point where the walls started to get warm. Meaning they were on the right track. The place felt endless and Ron was starting to reach his limit after ten minutes of running.

He slowed down, while panting loudly then fell on the floor with his entire body sweating like a man from a sauna.

Nathan and Ellen stopped and ran back to him,

"Dude?"

"I think-I-I think I  need a break," Ron whined, then leaned against the wall exhausted,

He was just about to speak when a white wolf appeared from nowhere --lunged towards him and teleported once it was on him.

"Ron!" Nathan yelled and shot a blast of electricity from his hands but it was too late, the wolf had already disappeared by the time his attack landed.

"No no no no…" Nathan raged out and punched the wall. "This was a mistake, we should have used the surface…we should…" he panicked. He looked around nervously looking for a possible plan.

Ron found himself falling on the snowy surface of Niflheim with the wolf still on top of him, he kicked it off and then rushed to get up. More wolves rounded up on him in a circle, and he reacted by pulling back and summoning his sword. It was cold and his vision along with the rest of his body started to weaken. With each breath he took in, his mind started to play tricks of vision on him. Was he dying?

 A wolf lunged forward and he yelped out the way, it attacked again and he swung his sword, the sword cut through the wolf, and its entire body shattered into ice blocks. His lungs felt heavy like he was trying to inhale nitrogen.

"There's no one to save you now little god," Felios materialized behind and smacked him with the end of his spear. The hit sent Ron falling miserably on the ground with blood now trickling from his forehead. He couldn't breathe properly, they must have been on some mountain, meaning the air was thicker and yes, godslayers are supposed to be good at adapting to places, but he was still human at some point.

"Do you like my wolves?" he asked Ron who was on the ground struggling for air.

"A gift from the giants apparently," Felios bragged.

"Beautiful aren't they?"

Then kicked Ron in the gut and he cried, but there was no point in running Felios was too powerful most especially with Odin's staff in his hand.  This was an absolute defeat.

"Tell Loki we have the boy," Felios spoke and told one of the wolves the alpha maybe. "And that we will be in Jotunheim in three days," he said with a triumphant look on his face. The wolf then teleported out of his sight.

Ron croaked, "No…" he said, struggling to get up. He felt Felios' boot press on his back and rooting back on the ground, he started uttering out words like weak and pathetic while twisting his boot and causing more pain in his back. Felios was a half-giant, so he was bigger than Ron, but was he stronger?

Just that thought, sent a spark of strength through his mind. Ron summoned his sword back in his hand and yelled the loudest battle cry. He pulled his god strength, the sky roared, the wind turned violent and the snow around them started to melt. He overpowered Felios and was able to push the boot off his back.

Ron got up, and the first thing that scared Felios was that one eye was glowing gold and the other was a bright blue. There was one god who had one golden eye: Odin. The sky had gone crazy and the mountain peak they were on was threatening to break from the god's presence. Gold-colored lightning flickered in the sky, there was no about it, he was facing The king of gods.

He could have run, but Felios was a proud son of Sytr the fire giant, he couldn't run. He then released a vicious firestorm from his hand heading for Ron.

--The flames hit Ron, and the impact cut through the nimbus clouds and almost destroyed the mountain peak. The sky stopped shaking and the air came down.

A smile grew on Felios' face as he started laughing at his false victory. "I killed him," he was beginning to sound like a mad man.

Ron's voice echoed from the other side, "Too weak." he said.

Felios was stunned, his eyes wide with terror. The boy had blocked his most powerful attack using the pointed edge of his sword.

'My turn." Ron said. His voice sounded like it was of two different beings in one person, one being his voice, the other was Odin's.

He moved at light speed, swinging his sword, aiming for Felios' neck. Felios blocked using his spear and he could feel his spear crack once it met with Ron's sword.

He jumped back. Then shot a beam of light at Ron, but he diverted it into destroying the nearby mountain using the power of the ring.

Felios couldn't believe it, he was being bested by a kid god.

He shot another beam from his spear, this time yelling because he was putting all his power into this specific strike, and the spear started burning him. The massive beam of energy collided with the surface of Ron's sword. The impact destroyed the entire mountain peak and shook the entire Niflheim.

 Ron stood firm holding his sword with both hands, the ring was offering him protection from the head but he could feel his fingers burn slowly until he flew out of the was and the beam continued to cut through other mountains and physical features.

Ron looked at the destruction, she quickly got back on his feet, and then ran forward with his sword and stabbed it through Felios' chest. Felios' eyes got wide as he gasped the moment he felt the blade's metal in his chest. The beam stopped instantly and he dropped the spear.

Felios cursed while looking at Ron, "Killed by a god kid, what a joke," those were his last words before his body burned up till it was ashes.

Ron dropped the sword and it instantly vanished, his right eye stopped glowing and he returned to his senses, he was completely healed and had no idea of what had just happened. Well had had an idea he just didn't want to think about it.

He was still wrapping his head around things when a great wind blew from above him,

He looked up and saw something fly through the sky, he couldn't see it clearly because the sky was so clear you could see the sun and its light was an interference.

It hovered through the sky you could think it was a plane coming down. 

The closer it flew, the more he started to know what it was, any lord of the rings fan knew what a dragon was when he saw one. He panicked at started to run while screaming for help. But who on earth was in their right mind to help him, he wasn't even on earth.

 The ice suddenly grew in front of him hence blocking his unplanned escape. Its shadows grew on the ground he was on, he leaned against the ice, but it was so cold, it felt hot.

 He shut his eyes, and tears started running down his face.

The ground rumbled once the dragon's feet landed. All he could feel was the warm steam that was coming from its nostrils, meaning it was staring at him, was it going to eat him?

"You may now open your eyes boy," the dragon spoke kindly in a lady's voice. 'There is no reason to fear me."

Ron opened his eyes and was stunned by the blue and white scaled dragon that was standing in front of him he was so shocked that he fainted.