"Well, it looks like this will be our second bout. To be honest, I'm quite honest to see how we'll all perform in the show..."
Suddenly the group was teleported into a large golden throne room, large flags with a
weird marking on them hanging above Hitler's throne as he stood below the large staircase that led up to it, turning to a large tea set with a table and chairs for each member of the party.
"But before we got to that, why not join me for tea? Believe it or not, I don't actually hate any of yo-"
Atalanta cut Hitler off, shooting an arrow at him which he skillfully caught, snapping it in half with a smile. "Oh! Feisty. Tell me, were you perhaps one of the Jews involved in our Holocaust?"
"I was... But not anymore. All I want is your head on a pike!" Atalanta shouted, her body suddenly freezing as Hitler kindly gazed at her.
"Sit." He beckoned, "Have some tea. There's no poison in it. You'd all be able to tell that from a mile away." His black eyes pierced them just as they did once before.
"No need to be shy. We can fight once we're all nice and comfortable." Hitler said, continuing to smile as Hank and Atalanta sat down.
"Good." Hitler sat down as well, "Aren't you going to enjoy your tea? It's chamomile!" Hitler said, glancing at the rest of the party.