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Odin slipped in between each group of warriors nonchalantly. One hand holding the wrist of the other, while his free hand held the coiled whip. The glistening of sweat was seen upon the backs of the one hundred men as they relentlessly threw themselves at each other. Their determination was only partly because of the warning of their extermination. The other part was their yearning for freedom. Their endless shouts of gathering force to be used or cries of pain when stricken by another filled the sun setting backdrop as a cacophony. They labored themselves, pushing to their limit on their own terms-or at the end of Odin's whip.

Odin's discipline was absolute. He didn't allow breaks when he didn't call for them. When one would slack, or tire, he was quick to "push" them into continuing. He was as harder on them than their Anunaki slave masters were. One man slipped up, falling to the ground and losing his sword. That was one-hundred push ups and they all had to do it together. Finally, he stopped them after they had completed such an event and they all sat around him.

"I, will now be your partner. There will be no quarter given to me. You are to come at me with the single mindedness of defeating me. Like your whore of a mother had the single mindedness to love you- you will want only one thing- victory. Do not stop until it is openly received. If you don't do this, I'll just bash your damn skull in and find the next guy to fill your slot. Make no mistake, the enemy won't be as forth coming about this information as I have been- they will put your head on a pike for all to see."

Odin lent his hand out, and a slave gave him his sword while another stood up. Odin reverted, turning his back to the slave. He walked a few steps back and then turned back around to face the slave. Holding the sword down at his side, not even attempting to define a clear defense for himself. The slave, bare except the linen cloth around his groin area charged. Sweat soaked skin was seen glimmering as he made his way towards Odin. He lashed out with the wooden mock up of a sword, and in an instant, Odin's sword raised just so.

The wood clashed, the smaller man's hands vibrated painfully as it met resistance. Odin, just standing there at first, suddenly brought his left hand up and across to the man's face. The giant fist nearly knocked the man off his feet. He stumbled and fell to one knee but tried to recover. Bringing his sword back up, he was met with the swiftness of a mighty uppercut. Odins fist hat held the smaller sword had connected with the man's lower jaw and actually produced enough momentum to flip the huan's boy completely backwards forcing it to land on his stomach.

Coughing and spitting a tooth out the man's staggered, trying to pick himself up off the ground. True to his word however, Odin moved towards the man.Another furled fist caught the man's cheekbone, jerking him up to his feet before Odin's leg lifted, bent back to his thigh before he extended it fully connecting his foot fully with the humans chest. The force propelled the man backwards an amazing distance. The human's body flopped like a pebble being skipped over the surface of water. Rolling to a stop on his chest, the human gasp for breaths, laboring in the effort. Nevertheless, the sheer willpower of one wanting to see the light of day, wanting freedom was a powerful drug. His legs feeling numb, his hands throbbing. The human picked himself back up. His body was broken, his face a bloody mess. The human lifted his sword shakily towards Odin.