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.

It would be pretty funny if they took the time to investigate someone healing people from the shadows during a war.

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.

Theoric saluted her- "Theoric of the Crimson Hawks reporting in."

Tilda waved her hand- "At ease, it seems your a lucky one Theoric, I was told by Odin himself to reassign you to a battle unit, it was left up to you to decide which." she said handing him a golden sash so he wouldn't be hindered by anyone.

"Keep that on you until you decide, then fall in line with whoever is in charge of the unit you picked, you are not allowed to take command for obvious reasons."

"Understood, thank you ma'am." he saluted again.

"Go get out of here before the rest arrive and give you a hard time." she waved him away a bit jealous as well, she did love her job, but sometimes she wished to just be out there fighting like the rest.

Theoric grinned as he turned to leave making sure to avoid any of the other men that might come and complain to him to take them along.

Soldiers were now out on the streets marching to their designated spots, war was in the air permeating throughout Asgard.

It's been a long time since Asgard went to a full-scale war, the last being against Jotunheim: Home of the Jötunn (Frost Giants).

Asgard was fully prepared for war, some might think it extreme for going against the barbaric Rock Trolls, but the fear for many was getting stabbed in the back by the Frost Giants should they wish to take advantage of the situation.

Odin was making sure they were not caught off guard should they have to defend against such a surprise attack.

Theoric arrived at the hanger's looking for a unit that would be out front attacking, he needed to experience plenty of battle to fully utilize his new capabilities.

The Bifrost serving as both weapon and transport was only used for the highest-ranked and in an emergency when required under the direct control of Odin, guarded by Heimdall.

He saw the warriors three, famous for being friends of Thor, sneering at them on the inside.

He saw the lovely lady Sif at another place taking command of her unit and contemplated whether to join, but shook his head to get rid of his impure thoughts as his libido started to rise from watching her.

After Hela's misfortune, lady Sif was a candidate for him to replace her, but she was stupidly infatuated with Thor, not understanding why maybe it was like Stockholm syndrome seeing as how she spent her childhood with that spoiled buffoon.

Thor still thinks that his hammer can only be wielded by him because he's worthy, not realizing it's only because Odin has enchanted the weapon so only he could wield it.

It's also no surprise that he relies completely on the weapon for everything because of it.

Odin certainly did a number on him, raising him to think he was better than everyone and he wonders why Thor defies him in the future and attacks the Frost Giants in an attempt to wipe them all out.