Panel 1: A minor hall in ASGARD. VOLSTAGG sits at a table with a beer in one hand and a very large piece of meat on a stick in the other.
FANDRAL and HOGUN stand in front of the table. Neither looks fully outfitted for battle, but are prepped for a friendly bout against each other. FANDRAL is shirtless and wields an Asguardian-style Rapier, while Hogun wields a blunted mace and still has a comfortably-fitting shirt on.
FANDRAL: Are you sure you don’t want in on this, Volstagg?
VOLSTAGG (1): I am already in a duel, good friend!
VOLSTAGG (2): A duel with my lunch! Ha ha!
Panel 2: HOGUN readies his mace as he prepares to swing it. FANDRAL does not look worried.
HOGUN: Are you sure you want to fight with your shirt off?
FANDRAL: Why? Are you jealous?
HOGUN: I’d hate to ruin your body for you.
Panel 3: HOGUN ‘punches’ forwards with his mace. FANDRAL easily dodges to the side, though the mace looks as though it only misses him by a small margin.
FANDRAL: That would require you be able to hit me, good sir!
Panel 4: FANDRAL swings his blade at HOGUN, an attack that HOGUN easily deflects with his mace.
HOGUN: Your overflowing self-assurance will be your undoing.
FANDRAL: Always with the grim perspective, eh?
Panel 5: The cleanly-licked stick that was holding VOLSTAGG’s meat flies from off-panel and smacks FANDRAL in the face. HOGUN watches in surprise.
HOGUN and FANDRAL: !
Panel 6: HOGUN gets knocked over as VOLSTAGG slams into him stomach-first.
Panel 7: FANDRAL and HOGUN lie on the ground. VOLSTAGG stands over the both of them, looking quite pleased with himself. FANDRAL and HOGAN have a look of mild annoyance at the situation of things.
VOLSTAGG: Sorry, good friends, but I finished my first duel, and thought I would join yours!