Chapter 34 - Escape (1/2)

The hesitating trolls soon snapped out of it when a yell from the back resounded out- ”Worthless Magots! it's only a few of them and many of you, doesn't matter what weird magic they use, soon they will be unable to fight back, Now Attack!”

Theoric frowned upon hearing the shout as he watched the trolls gather themselves for another attack, but he was still confident in the strategy as he felt their apprehension, that was until they heard the howls coming from behind and around them.

Theoric clicked his tongue in annoyance- ”I don't know why but I thought they would stay back and wait, but it seems like they're closing the trap.”

Vott seeing the trolls just ahead marching forward instead of rushing in a frenzy made him worry all the more after hearing the commanding shout from earlier- ”This just became impossible, it seems they have a competent commander, got any ideas?”

Theoric growing concerned looking around at the trolls who were slowly advancing as well as the trolls appearing from every other corner around and behind them as the trap slowly closed.

Theoric concluding- ”It's time to retreat, we'll head back to the corridors, I'll use my energy to allow us to run atop of them allowing us to avoid most the enemy and get around their trap, but before that.” he turned to face the supply depot, ”I'll at least finish what we came for, guard me.”

He raised his hands and started to form a giant sword of energy like back when he was practicing, a giant 15-foot sword started to appear as he concentrated

The trolls seeing this paused before their commander shouted again- ”Don't let him do that, ATTACK!”

Vott seeing the sword start to materialize when he heard the shout of the enemy- ”Whatever you're going to do, do it fast, Men Get In Position, Form Up.”

Theoric didn't have time to set up any shield walls as he concentrated what little energy he had while making sure he saved just enough for the escape, it seems he overestimated how much power he could use now that he thought back on his earlier plan in trying to take out the army of trolls.

Forming the sword didn't come easy, back when he was practicing it took a little while to create it and that was after he brought other swords he formed together as its base, now he had to do it from scratch while already very fatigued.

The wave of trolls attacked, some throwing their weapons at the forming sword hindering its process, most of them kept their weapons though as they crashed into the Asgardians shields.

Theoric sweating in the middle of the men as he poured all his concentration into the sword, taking his time to increase the density of the sword so it could make the long-distance unbroken.

He realized he once again overestimated his capabilities as time dragged on to form the sword, feeling like he's been doing that a lot lately since getting the new gifts had made him c.o.c.ky. Now that same c.o.c.kiness was going to put his new brother's in arms lives in danger, but he knew they wouldn't want to stop until they completed the mission so he threw all those thoughts out for later as he drained his energy into the sword.

Vott and the men took position around him bracing themselves as they clashed, swords and shields moving in a flurry to defend their position from the waves of trolls.

Vott yelling- ”Hold your line! Switch when you need to and if you see someone needs it.”

They started in a U-shape with Theoric behind them, but as the waves grew they fell back into a circle formation around him with 6 on each side with 7 in reserve to relieve men as the fight dragged on.

At first, they were holding up well, but the sheer amount they were up against left them vulnerable to many extra weapons being thrown from the trolls who didn't regard their own men much as even some of them took some in the back.

Shouts soon echoed out from the Asgardians as they saw brothers fall to a random throw, whether from the throw itself or the distraction it caused as a troll slipped in and killed them.

Theoric noticed things were not going well as they ran out of reserves, but he was having difficulty as well from the constant throws at his construction which slowed progress.

Vott was angrily swinging his ax around reaping lives when the crowd cleared allowing a bigger troll to appear, his bright bald orange head stood out among the crowd of trolls that had hair and helmets.

The big bald troll pointed to Vott- ”Come face me gardian, I show these worms how I squash you.”

Vott took up the challenge if nothing more then to give his men rest as the fighting paused as the trolls watched their elite in action.

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”Where Glagg go? Why fight stop?” asked a big blue armored troll.

”That fool went to face them early and they stopped to watch.” answered a big red armored troll.

”Should we order to start again?” asked blue.

”No, I'll go watch as well and see what happens.” answered red.