Vott taking to heart what Muthos said ordered his men not to harm any trolls unless necessary. He had a soft spot for those who cared about their people even though he felt like their troll guides were unneeded at this point.

Theoric tightening his fists was more than ready to test his new strength as he barreled through the opposing force, punching out every troll in arm's length.

Vott recalling the corridors as they traveled through the streets and alleyways of the city increased the pressure as he urged them to finish it faster.

"No time to waste, we don't want to get surrounded again, finish them now and move on," he said dodging a strike as he used his newly acquired smaller ax backward to knock the troll on the head making him pass out cold.

Some of the more unskilled men though resorted to killings not to mention the ones who still held resentment deep down for the loss of their brothers.

Vott could only smile wryly hoping that Muthos didn't hold it against them as time was of the essence.

Muthos seeing most of the Asgardians try and keep true to his words made him feel a bit differently when thinking about how he was using them.

Leaving those thoughts behind he continued to lead them on towards the shipyard which was just a designated spot located on the far east side of the city.

The trolls have yet to build any significant structure in which to house them since they still had only a small number of ships that were either scavenged from wreckage or stolen from others. Very few of them were gotten in an upright manner and fewer still were made from the hidden machine that could create anything.

They reached the wall which had an open space before it so the troll men could gather before heading to the ships.

In front of the exit to the shipyard was the red armor troll, that they met at the supply depot, waiting for them with a troll squad of about 50 trolls. This was all he could scrounge up on such short notice when he arrived back at the city and heard the alarms.

The red armored troll grinned when he saw them arrive,- "Well, would you look at this, I was just about to go look for you and here you come delivering yourselves to me." It was a coincidence running into them here, he was just looking for a new ship to commender after his last one blew up back at the supply depot.

Vott enraged practically turned as red as his hair when he saw the troll who tried to backstab him only to kill Barath who pushed him out of the way, saving his life.

Vott yelled- "Don't fool yourself, I'll be sure to kill you this time, now that you're not sneaking around my back!"

Intending to rush him he was held up by Theoric who placed his hand on his shoulder to calm him.

Theoric- "Wait, someone else is coming." he said turning around to a loud banging and crashing coming from behind them.

A giant 8ft tall troll with wild brown hair and beard and large thick armor covering only his torso and nether regions, came smashing through the closest buildings letting out a fierce roar letting out a laugh- "Hahaha, I caught up with you maggots."

The red armored troll frowned at the new troll- "Olik, I see you're still running around without a leash."

Olik grinned back- "Grak, you best watch what you say or the Asgardians won't the only bones I grind between my teeth."

Grak grumbled in a low tone so he wasn't heard- "You're lucky to be related to our majesty, otherwise I would have killed a mad dog like you long ago."

Olik, brother of Ulik, was a wild troll who did as he pleased without fear of repercussions due to his immense size which gave him overwhelming confidence when dealing with all those smaller than him.

While his size did give him strength superior to most trolls, he was not as strong as his brother Ulik who was in a class of his own. This greatly displeased him, not understanding how someone smaller than him could be stronger.

This led to him acting out, trying to prove he should be feared and respected just as much as his brother Ulik.

This need for respect drove him to seek comfort with women and when he found one that was already taken he grew a taste for stealing what wasn't his. He made a name for himself by killing the husbands of troll women he wanted to sleep with quickly earning the name Olik the Widow Maker.

His attitude and actions growing far worst once Ulik took over the kingdom, the shadow of his brother now driving him mad with jealousy as he abused his status as a brother to his majesty to get away with even more despicable things, even reports of him eating other trolls were reported at one point.

Grak on the other hand, considered himself a noble warrior fighting for his brethren and the good of all trolls, doing whatever was necessary to see the rise of their species.

Theoric managed to hear Grak's grumble looking at the big troll who stood close to 2ft above him, not to mention his massive size from his bulging muscles. He wondered if this troll could be stronger then his brother Ulik, it would be a good benchmark regardless to see how far he's come.

Theoric- "I'll take the big one and leave the red one to you."

Vott snorted- "There is no way I'm letting anyone take him from me, he will pay for what he's done."

Olik looked around at the Asgardians licking his lips with anticipation,- "I can't wait to dig in." he said as he strolled forward only to be stopped by Theoric who stepped in front of him.

Olik thinking nothing of it grinned- "I guess you'll be first."

Meanwhile, Vott was leading the other men with Muthos and company included to charge over and take on the Grak, the red armored troll, and his men.