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  One of the warriors stepped forward, his armor scuffed and his face marked by fresh cuts. He bowed deeply before speaking. “All-Father, we’ve received troubling news. A disturbanear the Bifrost—a force we do nnize.”

  The hall fell silent as Odin stood, his presenanding. “What kind of force?”

  “We ot say with certainty,” the warrior replied. “They are not of Asgard, but they carry power unlike anything we’ve seen. They demand an audience.”

  Odin’s one eye burned with iy as he processed the information. He gnced briefly at Frigga, who ined her head. “Send Heimdall,” he ordered. “If they mean harm, they will not leave this realm unscathed.”

  The warrior hesitated. “Heimdall has already ehem, All-Father. But… they requested Thor by name.”

  Thor thought for a moment, then spoke. “They’re probably Kronans. I dealt with some of their members ba Earth. Let ang ha, Father. We could use a workout after the feast.”

  Odin’s gaze lingered on Thor, assessing the suggestion. “Very well,” he said finally. “But do not uimate them. Kronans are not to be taken lightly.”

  Thor turo his panions. “You heard him. Let’s move.”

  “Finally,” Anthony muttered, pushing his chair back. “I was about to fall asleep in all this golden grandeur.”

  “Excited to test your poetry skills in battle?” Diego quipped, adjusting his jacket.

  “I’m saving that for the victory speech,” Anthony replied, a faint grin tugging at his lips.

  Nero gri the group. “Alright, this is our first alien war, so be careful. Let’s not make asses of ourselves in front of Donald’s All-Daddy.”

  Odin’s one eye narrowed, and Donald muttered under his breath, “It’s All-Father.”

  Nero ignored both, looping his arm through Maria’s. He strolled toward the hall’s exit like he was heading to a casual market, Maria walking beside him with an amused shake of her head. The others followed, falling into their usual rhythm.

  “Are we really calling this a war?” Anthony asked. “Sounds more like a warm-up. Don Don said these rocks are not that hard to deal with.”

  “Famous st words,” Diego said, slipping a knife from his sleeve and spinning it absently. “I bet they’ve upgraded sihe st time Thor pyed whack-a-rock with them.”

  Donald shot Diego a warning gnce. “Don't uimate them, they are not mere rocks.”

  “They’re still gonna shatter like one,” Diego replied with a smirk, earning a faint snort from Sofia.

  “Try not to provoke them before we’ve even started,” she said, though her tone was dry.

  As they approached, the lead Kronan stepped forward, its body a mosaic of shifting stoes. It carried a massive hammer-like on slung over one shoulder, and its glowing eyes locked onto Donald immediately.

  “Thor,” the Kronan rumbled, its voice like grinding rocks, each sylble eg in the quiet around them. "In Midgard, you killed our brethren. We are here for answers."

  Donald, o Nero, let his gaze rest o figure. "Answers? I gave them in Midgard, with my hammer. Your brethren attacked the i and paid the price. If you want to avehem, say it pinly.”

  The Kronan tightes grip on the hammer-like on, shifting its stance slightly. “You speak of justice as if you wield it, but you ot deny the blood spilled by your hand. Our kind demands retribution. For the lives taken, Asgard must answer.”

  Diego, leaning casually against a nearby n, tilted his head. “Blood? Do you even bleed? Or is it some sort of mud like substance, real question!” He straightened, fshing a sharp grin. “Hey, Rocky, ever heard of letting bygones be bygones?”

  Kronan warrired at Diego, their stone-like faces grim. Diego stepped behind Donald with a sheepish grin. “Just curious,” he said, peeking over Donald’s shoulder like a guilty kid hiding behind an older sibling.

  Donald shook him off with an annoyed shrug. “Diego, you’re not helping.”

  The lead Kronan’s glowing eyes narrowed. “Is this how Asgard answers? With mockery?”

  “No,” Donald said, stepping forward to meet the Kronan’s gre. “Asgard answers with strength when provoked. If you’ve e for retribution, I’ll gdly oblige—but don’t act like your fallehren were i.”

  The Kronan adjusted his grip on the hammer. “Innoce does not matter. They were ours, and their deaths demand justice.”

  Anthony punched his palm with a loud smack. "Seems like their perspective on justice is as broad as their craggy faces. Let’s just kill them all and call it a day.”

  Nero shook his head, stepping slightly forward. “That kind of attitude is exactly what got Thor exiled in the first pce. Don’t be hasty.”

  Donald Nero, silently asking for his opinion. Nero, leaning slightly back, gave an easy shrug, leaving the decision in Donald’s hands. A small, grateful smile crossed Donald’s face as he turned back to the Kronans.

  “I will repeat myself once more,” Donald said, his voice steady. “I acted in defense. If you insist on revehere is nothing else to discuss.”

  The lead Kronan’s glowing eyes fred briefly, the faint scrape of stone against stone apanying his tightened grip on his on. “Then there is nothing more to say, Thor.”

  One of the Kronans bellowed a war cry, a guttural sound that shook the air and sighe others. They stepped forward as one, ons raised, their massive forms casting heavy shadows over the ground.

  Anthony cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading across his face. “Finally, something to do. Let’s see how tough these guys really are.”

  Diego rolled his shoulders, pulling a dagger from his sleeve. “I’m calling dibs on the oh the hammer. Looks like he’s got attitude.”

  Nero floated higher, crossing his arms as he surveyed the battlefield. His sharp gaze followed the group as they spread out, Kronans advang toward them like a rolling tide of stone. “Stick to your strengths,” he called out. “And don’t make me e dowo babysit.”

  Anthony cracked his knuckles, stepping forward as two Kronans charged at him. Eae towered over him, their stone bodies rippling with strength. One carried a massive bde carved from volic rock, its edge glowing faintly, while the other wielded a spiked fil that swung with menag arcs.

  “Two against one?” Anthony muttered, tilting his head as if mildly impressed. “I like the odds.” He dropped into a loose stance, his body rexed yet primed for movement.

  The Kronan with the fil moved first, the on streaking through the air with a whistle. Anthony ducked low, the fil smashing into the ground behind him, shattering a k of earth and sending debris flying. Using the momentum of his dodge, Anthony shot forward, nding a heavy punch against the Kronan’s chest.

  The impact was solid, a crag burst of his Armament Haki coating his fist. The Kronan staggered but recovered quickly, swinging the fil horizontally. Anthony leaped back just in time, the spiked ball grazing his shirt.

  “Fast for a pile of rocks,” Anthony said, flexing his fingers.

  The sed Kronan surged in, its bde desding in a vertical ssh. Anthony sidestepped, the glowing on carving a molten scar into the ground where he’d been standing. He spun sharply, driving his elbow into the Kronan’s side, his Haki hardening the strike. The Kronan grunted, stumbling to the side, but it wasn’t down.

  Before Anthony could press the attack, the fil-wielding Kronan was on him again, its on crashing toward him like a meteor. Anthony threw his arms up, catg the with both hands. The force of the impact drove him to one knee, but his hardened Haki absorbed the worst of it.

  “Alright,” Anthony muttered, gritting his teeth as the Kronan tried to yank the fil free. “Let’s py tug-of-war.”

  With a sharp pull, Anthony dragged the Kronan off bas heavy steps skidding otlefield. He twisted the around his arm, using the leverage to pull himself closer. Closing the distance, he drove a ko the Kronan’s gut, his Haki-enharike creating a deep, eg cra its stony armor.

  The Krona out a guttural roar, its massive hand swinging toward Anthony in a desperate bad. He ducked low again, using the to spin around its body, f the Kronan to twist awkwardly. The fil-wielder was temporarily immobilized, giving Anthony a brief opening.

  But the bde-wielding Kronan wasn’t idle. It charged in, sshing horizontally. Anthony barely had time to react, twisting his body to avoid the bde, but the edge clipped his side, drawing a shallow cut.

  Anthony hissed through his teeth, rolling away to create distance. He released the fil and straightened, his eyes narrowing. “Fine. You want to make it iing?”

  The two Kronans came at him together, the bde sshing downward while the fil swung in a brutal arthony sidestepped the sword, his Observation Haki fring as he read the fil’s trajectory. He ducked just as it passed over his head, the spikes grazing his hair.

  Before the fil could retract, Anthony lunged frabbing the Kronan’s wrist and twisting sharply. The creature roared as its grip faltered, the fil slipping from its grasp. Anthony swung the on around, using the spiked ball to sm into the sword-wielder’s chest.

  The impact sent the bde-wielder stumbling back, cracks spidering across its torso. Anthony didn’t let up. He closed the distance, driving a punto the Kronan’s face, then pivoted and delivered a powerful kick to its khe joint buckled, and the Kronan dropped to one leg.

  The fil-wielder recovered, lunging at Anthony with a wild swing of its massive fist. Anthony turned, catg the punch with both hands. The force drove him back several feet, his boots carving furrows into the ground.

  “You hit hard,” Anthony grunted, his muscles straining against the Kronan’s strength. Anthony crashed into the se on neighb battlefield, unched by a heavy bad from one of his oppos. He tumbled past Sofia, skidding to a stop just before colliding with her ice barrier.

  “You okay there babe?” Sofia asked, not sparing him a gnce as she readied atack.

  “I’m fine geous,” Anthony groaned, rising to his feet and shaking off the impact. “Just o che your progress. Looks like you’re sg.”

  Sofia snorted, f a spear of id hurling it at the axe-wielder. “Get back to your own fight before I really start sg.”

  The Sun Ring on Anthony's finger ignited as he chuckled, its brillianentarily blinding the two Kronans before him. He took the opening without hesitation, his body moving like a coiled spring released. He drove forward, pnting his foot and delivering a sharp uppercut to the fil-wielder’s jaw. The force of the blow sent the creature staggering, its massive frame swaying as cracks snaked across its face.

  Before the sword-wielder could regain posure, Anthony shifted his focus, pivoting on his heel to deliver a spinning kick to its side. His leg, coated in Armament Haki and enhanced by the radiant energy of the Sun Ring, struck with the impact of a on. The Kronan’s armor fractured further, glowing fissures spreading like molten veins across its torso.

  “Stay down,” Anthony growled, but the Kronan only growled louder, defiance bzing in its glowing eyes.

  The bde-wielder retaliated, its molten sword cleaving horizontally in a fiery arthony ducked low, feeling the heat of the bde sihe air above him. As he rose, he rammed his shoulder into the Kronan’s midse, throwing it off bance. He followed with a swift strike to its exposed khe impact causing the t figure to wobble.

  The fil-wielder, rec faster than expected, lunged again, this time swinging a massive fist at Anthony. He jumped, pnting a foot on the swinging arm and vaulting over the Kronan's head. Mid-air, he twisted, bringing his Haki-coated elbow down like a hammer onto the back of the Kronan's skull. The sound of crag stone echoed as the creature dropped to its knees.

  “Two big guys, and I’m still not breaking a sweat,” Anthony said, nding lightly on his feet. He rolled his shoulders, preparing for the attack.

  But the Kronans weren’t fihe fil-wielder roared and charged, abandoning its on in favor of raw, urained aggression. It barreled forward like an avas massive arms raised to crush Anthony. The sword-wielder, though damaged, fnked him, its bde glowing brighter as it gathered energy for a devastating strike.

  Anthony’s Observation Haki fred again, his senses honing in on the rhythm of their movements. He ducked uhe fil-wielder’s swing, the ground crag as its fists smashed into the earth. In the same motion, he sidestepped the sword-wielder’s strike, the molten bde narrowly missing his side.

  A sudden gust of wind bsted past him, carrying Diego’s voice.

  “Hey there, buddy! How’s the hero busireating you?” Diego shouted, grinning as he skidded to a stop nearby, pursued by a whirlwind of debris and an enraged Kronan.

  Anthony smirked, brushing dirt off his sleeve. “Better than your babysitting skills. Need a hand?”

  Diego ughed, flig a stray lock of hair from his face. “Nah, I’ve got this one. But thanks for the cameo. Really spices up my se.”

  The Kronan chasing Diego roared, summoning a small storm of fme its own. Bze arced across its rocky form as it charged, its massive fists crag with fiery energy. Diego rolled his shoulders, his St glowing faintly as he turo face his oppo.

  “Alright, big guy,” Diego said, his tone casual. “Let’s dance.”

  Anthony shook his head, chug at Diego's antics, then weaved betweewo attackers. Each missed strike from the Kronans collided with the enviro, sending shards of rod waves of molten debris across the battlefield. The chaos didn’t faze Anthohrived in it.

  When the fil-wielder’s back was turned, Anthony surged forward, leaping onto its shoulders. With a surge of strength, he drove his fists into the top of its head repeatedly, each blow reinforced with the golden energy of the Sun Ring. The cracks across its body deepened until, with a final strike, the Kronan colpsed face-first into the ground.

  “Guess you couldn’t hahe heat,” Anthony muttered, springing off the falleo face the sword-wielder.

  The sed Kronan bellowed in rage, raising its glowing bde high. As it swung downward, the on split the ground with a molten fissure, f Anthony to leap back. He nded with a skid, his arms crossed to shield his face from the molten spray.

  “Okay, you’re persistent,” he admitted. “I’ll give you that.”

  The Kronan pressed its advantage, unleashing a series of relentless strikes. Each swing of its bde left trails of molten stone in its wake, the battlefield being a byrinth of fiery trenches. Anthony dodged and ducked, his movements fluid as he danced around the onsught.

  But even Anthony had his limits. One poorly timed dodge left him exposed, the bde grazing his side. The searing pain jolted him, but he gritted his teeth and used the momentum to roll away. He straightened, his hand brushing the scorched wound as the Kronan advanced.

  “Alright,” Anthony said, his voice low and steady. “Let’s finish this.”

  The Sun Ring fred brighter, its light washing over the battlefield. Anthony ched his fists, eling its energy through his body. The golden radiance coated him like armor, enhang his strength and speed beyond mortal limits.

  When the Kronan charged again, Antho head-on. The molten bde desded, but this time, Anthony didn’t dodge. He caught the on with both hands, his Haki and Sun Ring creating a protective barrier against its fiery heat. Sparks flew as the two forces cshed, the grouh them trembling.

  With a roar, Anthony twisted the bde from the Kronan’s grasp, the molten on shattering uhe strain. The Kronan stumbled, momentarily unarmed, and Anthony seized the opportunity. He surged forward, delivering a flurry of rapid puo its torso. Each strike recise, targeting oints in its stony armor.

  The final blow ward strike to the Kronan’s chest, the impact sending it crashing to the ground. Anthony stood over the fallen foe, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The battlefield around him was littered with debris, molten craters, and the remnants of his oppos.

  “Not bad,” Anthony said, gng at his Sun Ring as its glow dimmed slightly. “But ime, maybe try teaming up with someone less predictable.”

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