Chapter 2 - Rock Trolls (2/2)

Theoric frowned seeing them coming out of the woods surrounding him and his men.

”This shouldn't be possible, how did so many get through unnoticed,” Brahan muttered loud enough for the rest to hear.

Things looking bleak, the atmosphere tuned gloomy.

”Steady men, brace yourselves, we will not fall here.” Theoric yelled trying to pump morale into his men.

Theoric drew his sword grasping it with both hands, the charging trolls finally upon them, a group of trolls stopped before engaging and bent down allowing the following ones to use them as a stepping stone to jump over the formation.

Theoric shouted- ”Back row shields up, spears up, impale those bastards.”

Most of the falling trolls were impaled, the ones that made it through were quickly dispatched by Theoric as he quickly cut them down.

The bodies of some that fell though pushed a few of the men out of formation allowing an opening for the Trolls to exploit as they charged in avoiding the spears.

When they were in range, the men drew their swords and engaged the Trolls who wielded clubs and axes.

A couple of Asgardians were unlucky enough to be chopped down before drawing their swords, Theoric rushing up to the front making sure to cut down the ones who had their weapons stuck in the bodies of his men.

As the fight dragged on the more skillful Asgardians were holding their own and giving better than they got as they stuck together and defended themselves from the less coordinated less trained Trolls.

Theoric was showing everyone why they called him the butcher as he made his way forward dodging strikes and countering with ferocious 2 handed swings that cleaved through his enemies like they were made of mud, sending body parts flying and blood spraying.

Things were going well until their champion arrived, Ulik, bigger than the rest standing at 6'4” with a bulky build that made him look like a tank of flesh, wielding hammer-like fist knuckle weapons (Pounders).

Theoric eyes widened at this display, knowing that he was far outclassed didn't sit well with him, if only he had the strength of Thor he could fight this monster, he thought, clenching his fists tighter in anger.

Ulik alone started smashing them all to pieces, Theoric stuck where he was unable to move due to the overbearing feeling of Helplessness knowing that he was nothing to this monster, could only watch as Ulik crushed his men into meat paste leaving him for last.

After the last of his men were killed, Ulik turned to him, the other Trolls knowing to wait in the back until he says otherwise only watched on as their champion worked.

Ulik- ”I saw the way you killed my men, I saved you for last in the hopes of a good fight, don't disappoint me.”