Chapter 12 - Preparations (1/2)

Theoric was at the training facility in a private room, he was concentrating on keeping his force shield up while colorless energy blasts shot at him.

Sweat dripping down his head as he strained against the constant barrage, the orange color of his energy shield waned under the pressure, spider cracks forming as time went on.

When it finally shattered he dropped to the floor dodging a round of shots as he called out for the system to cease its assault.

The training helped progress the amount of pressure he could take and how long he could keep it up.

He discovered the ability to manipulate the force shields through his training, able to create many different shapes and objects.

He found it wasn't just a force shield power, but more like energy constructs that he can form and change at will, allowing him to have a ranged attack when he shaped it into a sharp point and shot it out, thus giving him a world of versatility.

This was good news because, despite the magical knowledge in his head, he had no talent for magic, Gaea could have fixed this but she wanted him to stay true to the peaceful soul which left a bad taste in his mouth.

It was like she forgot that the whole reason the soul came back was to merge with a champion to protect them, and in Theoric's mind, the best way to protect someone was to eliminate the threats.

He still needed to find a way to practice his healing though without others finding out, he hated the thought of having to wait until he reached Midgard before he could start training.

Exiting the private facility he saw a crowd gathering at the training domes entrance.

Stopping the nearby person who was jogging over he asked- ”What's going on?”

”You haven't heard? Negotiations have broken down with the trolls, they say the king was overthrown and the new one declared war on Asgard.”

Theoric couldn't believe it, the chance he was waiting for, not only for revenge, but war also provided many wounded soldiers to test his healing on, he would still need to be careful that they were unconscious and alone though, but with war as a distraction, it wouldn't be the first thing people concern themselves with.

The soldier he stopped shivered a little when he saw Theoric's bloodthirsty smile and took off the first chance he got.

Theoric knew he would have to report in as a crimson hawk who would be stuck by the king's side during wartime with little chance of seeing a battle unless Odin directly entered into the fray which was unlikely.

It was a good thing he made that wish with the king to be allowed on any raids against the Rock Trolls.

Rushing home he told his wife what was going on and then headed towards the royal palace to report in, hoping everything was squared away for him to be assigned to a battle position.

Tilda, the Crimson Hawks captain, was already fully geared in her red armor when she saw Theoric arrive.