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 amusement, 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.

Theoric dodged and threw one of his own, landing a solid hit in his gut only to receive a small grunt from Olik who tried to grab him in a bear hug. Theoric putting his hands up pushing against his attempt as he delivered a kick to his stomach which pushed him back.

Olik's new strength and weight, kept him grounded though as he ran in for another attempt, scooping up Theoric who underestimated his long reach.

Theoric groaned in protest as Olik squeezed him tighter, then to Theorics surprise Olik came in with his fangs to bite him, luckily his reflexes kicked in as he automatically put up a shield layer preventing his fangs from puncturing.

Olik continued to try and bite through much to Theoric's irritation as he angrily pulled his head back and slammed his head into his teeth breaking them. Olik wailed back from the pain releasing Theoric who lowered his shield layer as he ran up intending to finish him with his fists alone.

Olik while much stronger now was still short of Ulik's strength making Theoric feel like he had to win against him with physical strength alone to prove to himself that he could contend with the best.

Theoric still believed the fist was the most reliable weapon he had after his recent experiences where he pushed his powers to the limit and came up short, making him a bit nervous to use them in battle despite Gaea's assurance that they would work as intended now. He still didn't know what that meant after waking up and heading out before he could test it.

Running up to the wailing Olik who was holding his mouth in pain. Theoric took the chance to deliver blows against his body as he started to rapidly punch him in the stomach making Olik cough out saliva in misery as each punch prevented him from moving until the next one arrived. Then Theoric unleashed a last hard uppercut against the exposed chin, breaking what teeth were left and sending him flying away.

"Chew on that."

Theoric followed him as he came crashing down back out into the open area, getting up he looked terrible with his shattered mouth leaking blood as he huffed out, spitting teeth and blood.

Olik seeing him approach grew mad again, letting the pain fuel him as he gave it is all to charge again, throwing a fist out in hopes of squashing the puny Asgardian, still not believing he could lose in his mad state.

Theoric snorted at the attempt as he threw his fist to meet Olik's fist. This time Theoric's fist crashed right through Olik's, breaking a couple of his fingers from where they impacted making Olik let out another painful howl before he tried to throw his left fist which Theoric caught with a grin only to be surprised when Olik headbutted him which hurt them both equally.

Theoric shook his head to snap out of the daze as Olik who was less concerned about pain came in for another headbutt. Theoric positioned himself as he jumped up grabbing Olik's incoming head and kneed him in the face breaking his nose.

Olik dropping back was on his last legs as he madly growled in frustration, his eyes involuntarily releasing tears from the knee strike and ever-increasing pain, refusing to go down as he tightened his unhurt left fist, intending to continue.

Theoric starting to feel bad about it took out his sword intending to finish it,- "Come, let me put you out of your misery."

Olik released the last roar he could manage as he ran towards him. Theoric also took off in a run meeting him in the middle as he flashed by him sword out, now covered in blood as Olik's head slid off its shoulders.