Chapter 42 - Theoric vs Olik (1/2)

Theoric left his sword in its sheath as he prepared to test his physical strengths, Olik unconvinced asked him to draw his weapon,- ”What are you waiting for little whelp, draw your weapon, I'd hate to kill a defenseless sheep.”

Theoric about to reply was interrupted by a punch that he managed to block at the last second, forcing him back a few feet as Olik laughed- ”I lied, I kill the poor and weak all the time for amus.e.m.e.nt, good job staying on your feet, this might just be entertaining after all.” he grinned not thinking anything of Theoric's ability yet.

Theoric frowned the more he found out about him, thinking on what the red armored troll said, calling him mad, this seemed to be more than true with his disgusting comments if any of it was true.

Clenching his fist, he looked at Olik who super jumped over, flashes of Ulik overlapping with his image as a similar style reminded him of their battle.

'This time things will be different' Theoric thought as he braced himself, throwing his right fist as hard as he could into Olik who met Theoric's fist with his right while soaring over.

A loud 'Boom' was heard from the collision which sent Olik spinning off to the right of Theoric, the momentum still carrying him forward as his fist crumbled under the power of Theorics.

Olik crashing to the side was baffled by what just happened, how could a puny Asgardian suddenly feel like he was facing his brother.

Olik got up letting out a loud roar as he began to yell- ”No, no, no, I will not lose to another shrimp, I am BIG, I am STRONG, I WILL KILL YOU ALL.”

Being reminded of Ulik made him snap, the build-up from years of feeling inferior to his tiny brother finally sent him into a mad rage, he never wanted to lose again to someone so puny, he felt it was his right to stand above all, for he does stand above all.

Surprisingly for the first time, his body reacted to his rage as his muscles seemed to bulge more, making his size seem that much bigger and more intimidating as his pupils disappeared, leaving his eyes white, along with his fangs protruding that made him look like the mad dog he was called.

Olik rushed Theoric, his feet smashing the rock beneath with each step, learning that jumping was not an effective strategy as he closed in releasing a fist that looked like it was 4 times the size of Theorics head.

Theoric eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms in front taking the punch head-on, but the force was greater then he anticipated after their last exchange. His feet losing traction under the pressure sent him flying back into the nearest buildings

Crashing through the wall he barely had time to get back up before Olik was right on top of him again throwing another punch.