It is time for battle, the sun glowing a blood red, the field as if on fire. Asalrek is home here, he is comfortable, behind him an army of Greeks, four thousand strong; in front stands another army, an army greater in numbers as well as experience. Fools, thinks Aselrek, giving me so few men, but I refuse to die, I refuse to die now. With that he raises his father’s sword, Thor’s hammer carved into the hilt, lets out a mighty cry and rushes into battle. Left and right men fall to his blade, arrows pass him by, he is hit, only a flesh wound, the adrenaline has him now; he is home. How can this be the army of legend? They fall like children. He looks up as a spear breaks his shield, with a slice of his sword the soldiers head breaks as well. For a brief minute, nothingness, the fighting stops. Then, like thunder he sees the true foe. They are dressed in red and black, carrying weapons from all reaches of the world, strange beasts from strange lands accompany them. This, thinks Asalrek, is what I seek. Rushing the new army with what is left of his, Asalrek runs into the fold. Men and beast fall as Asalrek now stands alone against the foe. His army defeated, his wounds growing in number he shouts the warriors prayer. “Gods of War I call you, my sword is by my side, I seek a life of honor. Cover me with death, if I shall ever fail. Glory! Majesty! Victory!” In that instant time froze. Asalrek sees before him corpses of friend and foe, bodies of those he had slain, body parts littered amongst the field, soldiers in mid-swing ready to attack him, and with a bolt of lightning a man, not a man, but a god. “Not your Odin that approaches you Asalrek, not his son Tyr. They ignore your cry; it is I Ares, son of Zeus and God of War, which responds to your plea. They would see you die before unlocking your full potential. They are scared of you Asalrek, you are becoming too powerful. I can give you what you desire. I can give you ultimate strength, strength only rivaled by that of my half-brother, Heracles. Your gods would kill you, I give you life, all I ask is do not tell a soul what I have done, if word were to get out, the consequences could be of godly proportions. Do you accept power Asalrek; do you accept your potential?” “Yes Ares I accept! I accept power, I accept strength and I accept you!”
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