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 cocky. Now that same cockiness 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.

The men giving it their all not to move as some feet slid in protest along the ground trying to hold off the numerous trolls with the occasional opening to counter.

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.

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Vott who was already beaten up spit some blood out of his mouth- "Sure I'll fight ya, I'll be sure to bury this ax into your skull." he said stepping forward.

The bald troll grinned at him before raising his hands facing his trolls-men shaking them as he cheered shaking his arms out to each side getting them to respond and start chanting his name.

"Glagg." "Glagg." "Glagg." "Glagg." "Glagg." "Glagg."

He then turned to Vott with reddened eyes as he went berserk and charged Vott releasing a warcry as he raised his giant club up high in his right hand ready to swing it down once in range.

The red armored troll seeing this from his vantage point held nothing but contempt for his fellow elite- "Look at that fool go berserk before the fight's even begun."

Vott seeing his berserk foe also thought this would be an easy fight, that troll didn't even wear any armor, just thick leather, one good wack and he'll chop right through him.

Glagg wasn't an elite for no reason though, his speed exceeded the expectations of Vott who didn't have time to swing his ax as he chose to block the club coming for his head.

Vott instantly felt his arms numb under the pressure, having greatly underestimated Glagg's strength.

Vott dodged the next swing unable to block it even if he wanted, trying to shake the numbness out of his arms while avoiding another wild swing.

Glagg persisted with wide hard swings, planning to squash him as he said, but soon grew irritated at the dodging Asgardian as he gave a mindless roar dropping his body to tackle Vott who dropped his ax in the ensuing crash much to the dismay of his fellow Asgardians who shouted for him to watch out and get back up.

Vott on his back with Glagg mounted on top avoided the club swings as he lifted it above his head with both hands swing down hard at Vott.

Vott spotted a small dagger in the trolls belt which he grabbed and stabbed into Glaggs belly who howled out in pain allowing Vott to roll him off and get away back to his feet. Seeing Glagg take the time to pull out the dagger and check his wound allowed Vott to run for his ax.

Glagg's attention was drawn back to him as he took off running, he didn't waste any time in following behind him. Vott aware of the big troll in pursuit jumped for his ax rolling over with it in his hands as the club landed right where it was causing the ground to crack under the power of the troll.

That fight was now back to square one as Vott turned to face him with an ax in hand noticing the dagger did little damage to the big troll.

The red armored troll saw enough though, and trolls, unlike Asgardians, cared little for honor as he made his way behind Vott with a sword in hand breaking out of the circle thrusting the sword in an attempt to stab him from behind.

One Asgardian who noticed the approach was already rushing out to Vott, the regular trolls hooting and howling at him for interfering while refraining from doing anything about it on their own without one of the elites permission.

Glagg yelling- "What this, gardian's have no honor." as he watched the man come.

Vott also confused at the man running towards him asked- "What do you think you're doing?" Not quite hearing the shouts of his men that were drowned out by the troll howls and to his surprise, the man didn't stop rushing at him being pushed away by the man who ended up getting stabbed in his place.

Vott eyes went red,- "No Barath!" he cried out after realizing he was just saved, rushing back to him, rolling him over to check on him. "Why did you do that?"

The battlefield went quiet after the shocking events unfolded allowing their moment to be uninterrupted.

Barath coughing blood managed to say- "We still... Need you... Captain." before his eyes lost their light.

Vott holding him let out an angry wail as he locked eyes with the red troll who smirked.

A yell interrupted his thoughts of revenge though,- "VOTT! Get Down!" Theoric yelled after having way more than enough time with trolls no longer throwing weapons to interrupt him.

A giant 15ft sword soon streaked across the valley as it tore through Glagg who stood no chance in defending himself and headed towards the supply depot, tearing through the trolls that stood in its way.

As this was happening Theoric left no time wasted while everyone was distracted by the sight, running to grab Vott and drag him away telling him,- "The men need you." which upon hearing Vott stopped his struggles to go back and fight the red armored troll as he recalled Barath's last words.

Theoric and Vott led the men away under the noses of most the trolls, as they fought through the few at their backs making a break for the rock corridors.

The red armored troll snapping out of it after he watched the supply depot explode from the impact of the flying sword turned in a rage to seek revenge only to see them already trying to make their escape.

"WAKE UP YOU FOOLS, THEY'RE GETTING AWAY!"