[Stand Fast And Try To Get Some Of Them To Join You By Showing'em Who's Boss!]

Everyone looks ready to bolt with the prize, but you're the one holding it and you say "Let's see what's coming, hey?" So they array themselves in a standard defensive pattern around you and await the rivals. It get's super cray-cray just then.

Six rival deities appear and try to roll you for your prize...

This goes about as well as you might expect for people facing down the scions of the dominant pantheon of Earth...

First is this pair of Kangaroo/Snake/Alligator things, followed up by a dude with a permanent lewd, then comes two Dingo-Men, and a gray-skinned man in a silver spacesuit...

They snarl something like "Not this time Whitey!" and move to attack. Jexalial plays judo with her four arms and tail, throwing them away while Raphael heals her wounds and you play backup with levin bolts.

Except for the man in the space suit and the lewdist, everyone ends up tangled up in this Gordian Knot of serpentine flesh and limbs twisted at uncomfortable angles.

Captain Silver McSilver then gestures with a chrome rod and everything untangles, then turns to you.
"We had hoped to rescue the fellow deity that you now hold captive, but I see we are too late. Have your prize rebel: we will resurrect the feathered serpent with the blood of your followers in some future age." The man with the 'trunk' as thick as his arm says and turns to run but you cast 'grease' on the ground and he faceplants.

"WAIT just a Us darned minute! No one said we were going to commit deicide! That's a fucking BAD precedent to set right out of the gate! What're your names anyway?" You say, and for a moment they seem to consider...

The Lewd Dude says "I am known as Bamapana, the dude who didn't get the message about wearing mother-fucking Mylar tracksuits is Wallungunder, and those two pairs of fuckups are Yingarna and her shithead son Ngalyod, and the dipshit dingo twins Bagadjimbiri."

Amy pipes up at this point. "Wait which one is-" before Bamapana cuts her off.

"Don't fucking ask: their BOTH named Bagadjimbiri and the only person who can tell the jackoffs apart is their crapsack mother Dilga and she's one wild-ass crazy bitch!" Bamapana says.

"You swear a lot," Raphael comments.

"Yea, I fucking do: spank-you very much mister wing wanker," Bamapana replies...