Chapter 1 - Theoric (2/2)

Theoric confused asked loud enough to grab their attention- ”Did you not receive orders to assemble and await me?”

”Sir I told them, I told them and told them, but they would not listen and go on with their filthy displays.” the skinny guy complained.

”Oi put a sock in it you sniveling rat.” one of the men spat out, throwing a leg of meat at him.

The skinny guy dodging it with his hands up to defend shouted back, ”Bastard watch yourself, you are in front of our leader now... I'm sorry sir, but you see what I have to deal with.” shaking his head in defeat.

Another man spoke up- ”What leader, it's just a temporary command to deal with some worms, nothing serious, why do you have to be so uptight all the time.”

Theoric seeing enough held his hand up to silence the skinny guy before he went on another tirade.

”Attention men! I was on my way home to my lovely Fiance when a king's messenger was sent to me with an order to take care of the recent breach in the western woods... ”

Looking around with a glare before he continued loudly chastising them

”Now tell me are you prepared to march with me and take care of the problem so I can get home or will you become the problem?” he asked eyes narrowing.

The men now fully focused on him finally realized who they were talking to, Theoric the butcher, so named for the way he hacks apart his enemies with his longsword.

While Theoric was stronger than the average Asgardian, but he still paled in comparison to thor and sad enough even Loki had him beat.

Knowing this he made up for it with tenacity and savagery, despite the hard work he fell short of the strength he wishes to have so he made up for it with brutality, making even those who think themselves stronger think twice before messing with him.

He made a name for himself during the few wars they had, chopping through enemies like they were weeds and later again when he was recruited as the youngest Crimson Hawk for the skill he displayed in the arena.

”N-No, sir! we'll get ready immediately.” A veteran looking man shouted as he whipped the rest into shape. ”Come on you dogs move it.”

Minutes later 20 men fully armed and ready stood awaiting his command out front. Wearing their classic Asgardian armor with horned helmets, shield, spear, and sword on the waist.

It was of less glamorous quality being some of the lowest-ranked soldiers, equipped with brown capes.

Theoric walked down the line giving them a once over, stopping when he noticed the skinny guy standing in line, he honestly thought he was another messenger or servant to clean the barracks.

Finishing his inspection he addressed the men, ”Alright you know our orders, west of here in the forest is a breach from the rock trolls, but be warned this may not be as simple as it seems,” he had a bad feeling about this.

”Sir?”

”Never mind just keep alert and Move Out” he loudly ordered.