The Rise Of A Porter

"Is this the end?" Aimon mumbled as soon the two gods clashed with one another.

The elves had seen and heard a lot about the Norse god of thunder. He was not someone to be trifled with. As soon as they realised who had arrived on their planet, the elves knew it was the end of the heretic god. 

After all, apart from Odin and a select few other individuals, there was no one who had been able to defeat Thor. But the moment they saw Arnold and Thor battle it out amongst themselves, they realised that the battle wasn\'t going to be as one-sided as they had thought. 

The God of thunder was relentless in his blows, and yet the heretic god took every single one of his blows head-on as if they meant nothing to him. The shockwaves generated from their clash send entire buildings away, let alone the elves. 

The places that were once hustling and bustling with life were now lost in craters made from the chaos between Arnold and Thor. Even the skies were not left untouched by their sheer display of strength. 

Even after all fighting for hours, the elves couldn\'t decide who was winning and who was on the back foot. As the two gods battled, it appeared that none of them could gain an advantage over the other. It was a fight between two people who were on equal footing. 

"Equal footing? You fools really think that?" Lorcan proudly rebuked the other elves, "That thinking is all that tells me you know nothing about the art of war."

All of the elves had been blown away by the fight between the two gods and had gathered somewhere safe. It was from there that they were eagerly watching the battle between Thor and Arnold.

How could they not be interested in a battle like that? After all, the future of their world depended on who the victor was going to be. However, since the elves had been under the protection of Asgard for so long, it was obvious for them to be supporting Thor.

All of them were hoping for Thor\'s victory, everyone except Lorcan and his men. They had already given away their loyalty to Arnold. It was clear to the others if Arnold did not win the battle, Lorcan was as good as gone.

As for Aimon, well, she had never made her side clear in all the mess. Thus she didn\'t care who won between the two, she was going to be the one to be benefitted. In fact, in her eyes, Thor\'s appearance was nothing less than a blessing. 

Now she would be able to make a clear decision and see for herself just how strong Deathless was. However, if he were to win against Thor, that would make her do a little bit of extra work, as then she would have to get rid of Lorcan.

Which wasn\'t going to be a difficult task at all. She had already surrounded herself with some of the strongest assassins. When the time was right, she would give them the signal to attack and kill him. Till then, Lorcan was allowed to enjoy the battle they don\'t get to see every day. 

"What do you mean by that? Following the heretic leader must have made you mentally ill." One of the leaders mocked him with the others laughed along with him. The heretic god would beat Thor? Yeah, right.

"You fools really can\'t see well, can you?" Lorcan replied with a smirk, "All you see is the two of them fighting on equal footing, but you don\'t seem to realise they are not on equal footing at all. Look closely and you\'ll know."

Everyone thought Lorcan had lost his mind for real. Everyone but, Aimon. She looked closely and a moment later a realisation dawned upon her. Lorcan was correct. The two of them were not fighting on equal footing, one of them was using his galaxy destroying thundering hammer while the other was using his bare fists. 

If Arnold was fighting Thor off without using a weapon, she could only wonder what would he be able to do when he started using a weapon of his own. 

\'Damn this bastard,\' Aimon cursed at Lorcan, \'He really has an eye for fortune. I will have to kill him now, there\'s no other way.\'

She nodded at her assassins and they immediately went into action. However, before they could even get close to Lorcan, they were swatted down like the flies they were. 

All of a sudden, everyone\'s attention was diverted away from the godly battle to what was happening right next to them. In front of them, laid the corpse of more than fifty elves. 

"What the hell?" 

Everyone who was alive immediately perked up. Their weapons were drawn in a flash, while their eyes searched for the unknown enemy. 

"We\'re up here you dinguses."

A voice echoed from above. They looked into the skies and were frozen in fear. They had thought the shadow over them was cast by a ginormous cloud, but they couldn\'t have been more wrong. What was above them was ginormous alright, but it was no cloud. 

"A-A Hydra!!!" Aimon exclaimed as she saw Tiamut floating over them. 

However, what Aimon couldn\'t see was that the three-headed was not alone. On top of her were all of Arnold\'s elite summons, except Ogur, who jumped below on queue. They landed right next to Lorcan and surrounded him as if they were there to guard him. 

It didn\'t take long for the elves to recognise who they were. After all, Heimdall was accompanying them and all of the elves knew about him. Some even went down to their knees as soon as they saw him while the rest were conflicted on what to do next.

There was no way they would be able to stand against so many of them when even an army of a million soldiers couldn\'t. 

"Relax. As long as you stay away from... Lorman, you should be fine." Hercules proudly proclaimed, "He is under the protection of our lord so all of you can go. Shoo."

"His name is Lorcan." Natasha whispered in the Olypians\' ears, "Lorman? Who the fck would name themselves that?"

"Yeah, yeah whatever." Hercules brushed her off, "So when do we get to kill them?"

"Not till lord tells us to." Heimdal mumbled and turned his gaze towards the ongoing battle, ".... this is going to be much more devastating than I thought."