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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 disturbance near the Bifrost—a force we do not recognize."

The hall fell silent as Odin stood, his presence commanding. "What kind of force?"

"We cannot 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 intensity as he processed the information. He glanced briefly at Frigga, who inclined her head. "Send Heimdall," he ordered. "If they mean harm, they will not leave this realm unscathed."

The warrior hesitated. "Heimdall has already engaged them, 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 back on Earth. Let our gang handle it, 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 underestimate them. Kronans are not to be taken lightly."

Thor turned to his companions. "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 grinned at 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 last words," Diego said, slipping a knife from his sleeve and spinning it absently. "I bet they've upgraded since the last time Thor played whack-a-rock with them."

Donald shot Diego a warning glance. "Don't underestimate 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 stone plates. It carried a massive hammer-like weapon slung over one shoulder, and its glowing eyes locked onto Donald immediately.

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

Donald, next to Nero, let his gaze rest on the towering figure. "Answers? I gave them in Midgard, with my hammer. Your brethren attacked the innocent and paid the price. If you want to avenge them, say it plainly."

The Kronan tightened its grip on the hammer-like weapon, shifting its stance slightly. "You speak of justice as if you wield it, but you cannot deny the blood spilled by your hand. Our kind demands retribution. For the lives taken, Asgard must answer."

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

Kronan warriors glared 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 glare. "Asgard answers with strength when provoked. If you've come for retribution, I'll gladly oblige—but don't act like your fallen brethren were innocent."

The Kronan adjusted his grip on the hammer. "Innocence 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 place. Don't be hasty."

Donald nodded at 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 revenge, there is nothing else to discuss."

The lead Kronan's glowing eyes flared briefly, the faint scrape of stone against stone accompanying his tightened grip on his weapon. "Then there is nothing more to say, Thor."

One of the Kronans bellowed a war cry, a guttural sound that shook the air and signaled the others. They stepped forward as one, weapons 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 one with 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 advancing toward them like a rolling tide of stone. "Stick to your strengths," he called out. "And don't make me come down there to babysit."

Anthony cracked his knuckles, stepping forward as two Kronans charged at him. Each one towered over him, their stone bodies rippling with strength. One carried a massive blade carved from volcanic rock, its edge glowing faintly, while the other wielded a spiked flail that swung with menacing 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 relaxed yet primed for movement.

The Kronan with the flail moved first, the weapon streaking through the air with a whistle. Anthony ducked low, the flail smashing into the ground behind him, shattering a chunk of earth and sending debris flying. Using the momentum of his dodge, Anthony shot forward, landing a heavy punch against the Kronan's chest.

The impact was solid, a crackling burst of his Armament Haki coating his fist. The Kronan staggered but recovered quickly, swinging the flail 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 second Kronan surged in, its blade descending in a vertical slash. Anthony sidestepped, the glowing weapon 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 flail-wielding Kronan was on him again, its weapon crashing toward him like a meteor. Anthony threw his arms up, catching the chain 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 flail free. "Let's play tug-of-war."

With a sharp pull, Anthony dragged the Kronan off balance, its heavy steps skidding on the battlefield. He twisted the chain around his arm, using the leverage to pull himself closer. Closing the distance, he drove a knee into the Kronan's gut, his Haki-enhanced strike creating a deep, echoing crack in its stony armor.

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

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

Anthony hissed through his teeth, rolling away to create distance. He released the flail chain and straightened, his eyes narrowing. "Fine. You want to make it interesting?"

The two Kronans came at him together, the blade slashing downward while the flail swung in a brutal arc. Anthony sidestepped the sword, his Observation Haki flaring as he read the flail's trajectory. He ducked just as it passed over his head, the spikes grazing his hair.

Before the flail could retract, Anthony lunged forward, grabbing the Kronan's wrist and twisting sharply. The creature roared as its grip faltered, the flail slipping from its grasp. Anthony swung the weapon around, using the spiked ball to slam into the sword-wielder's chest.

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

The flail-wielder recovered, lunging at Anthony with a wild swing of its massive fist. Anthony turned, catching 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 scene on neighboring battlefield, launched by a heavy backhand from one of his opponents. 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 glance as she readied another attack.

"I'm fine gorgeous," Anthony groaned, rising to his feet and shaking off the impact. "Just needed to check on your progress. Looks like you're slacking."

Sofia snorted, forming a spear of ice and hurling it at the axe-wielder. "Get back to your own fight before I really start slacking."

The Sun Ring on Anthony's finger ignited as he chuckled, its brilliance momentarily blinding the two Kronans before him. He took the opening without hesitation, his body moving like a coiled spring released. He drove forward, planting his foot and delivering a sharp uppercut to the flail-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 composure, 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 cannon. 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 blazing in its glowing eyes.

The blade-wielder retaliated, its molten sword cleaving horizontally in a fiery arc. Anthony ducked low, feeling the heat of the blade singe the air above him. As he rose, he rammed his shoulder into the Kronan's midsection, throwing it off balance. He followed with a swift strike to its exposed knee, the impact causing the towering figure to wobble.

The flail-wielder, recovering faster than expected, lunged again, this time swinging a massive fist at Anthony. He jumped, planting 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 cracking stone echoed as the creature dropped to its knees.

"Two big guys, and I'm still not breaking a sweat," Anthony said, landing lightly on his feet. He rolled his shoulders, preparing for the next attack.

But the Kronans weren't finished. The flail-wielder roared and charged, abandoning its weapon in favor of raw, unrestrained aggression. It barreled forward like an avalanche, its massive arms raised to crush Anthony. The sword-wielder, though damaged, flanked him, its blade glowing brighter as it gathered energy for a devastating strike.

Anthony's Observation Haki flared again, his senses honing in on the rhythm of their movements. He ducked under the flail-wielder's swing, the ground cracking as its fists smashed into the earth. In the same motion, he sidestepped the sword-wielder's strike, the molten blade narrowly missing his side.

A sudden gust of wind blasted past him, carrying Diego's voice.

"Hey there, buddy! How's the hero business treating 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 laughed, flicking a stray lock of hair from his face. "Nah, I've got this one. But thanks for the cameo. Really spices up my scene."

The Kronan chasing Diego roared, summoning a small storm of flame its own. Blaze arced across its rocky form as it charged, its massive fists crackling with fiery energy. Diego rolled his shoulders, his Storm Ring glowing faintly as he turned to face his opponent.

"Alright, big guy," Diego said, his tone casual. "Let's dance."

Anthony shook his head, chuckling at Diego's antics, then weaved between the two attackers. Each missed strike from the Kronans collided with the environment, sending shards of rock and waves of molten debris across the battlefield. The chaos didn't faze Anthony—he thrived in it.

When the flail-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 collapsed face-first into the ground.

"Guess you couldn't handle the heat," Anthony muttered, springing off the fallen foe to face the sword-wielder.

The second Kronan bellowed in rage, raising its glowing blade high. As it swung downward, the weapon split the ground with a molten fissure, forcing Anthony to leap back. He landed 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 blade left trails of molten stone in its wake, the battlefield becoming a labyrinth of fiery trenches. Anthony dodged and ducked, his movements fluid as he danced around the onslaught.

But even Anthony had his limits. One poorly timed dodge left him exposed, the blade 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 flared brighter, its light washing over the battlefield. Anthony clenched his fists, channeling its energy through his body. The golden radiance coated him like armor, enhancing his strength and speed beyond mortal limits.

When the Kronan charged again, Anthony met it head-on. The molten blade descended, but this time, Anthony didn't dodge. He caught the weapon with both hands, his Haki and Sun Ring creating a protective barrier against its fiery heat. Sparks flew as the two forces clashed, the ground beneath them trembling.

With a roar, Anthony twisted the blade from the Kronan's grasp, the molten weapon shattering under the strain. The Kronan stumbled, momentarily unarmed, and Anthony seized the opportunity. He surged forward, delivering a flurry of rapid punches to its torso. Each strike was precise, targeting weak points in its stony armor.

The final blow was an upward 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 opponents.

"Not bad," Anthony said, glancing at his Sun Ring as its glow dimmed slightly. "But next time, maybe try teaming up with someone less predictable."

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