"Your Majesty, I am here!" Volstagg, hailed as one of the Warriors Three, the greatest warrior and Lion of Asgard, stood with his reddish-brown beard joined to his reddish-brown hair. His rugged face was resolute and unyielding, and a battle-hungry spirit that looked down upon all directions burned between his brows.
Broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, nearly twice the size of an ordinary man, he wore metallic armor and held a great axe. He let out a thunderous roar. "Warriors, form ranks!"
Divine warriors of Asgard rose from the gathering lights emerging through the billowing black smoke over Asgard, swiftly flying to assemble behind him.
Volstagg's rugged face remained solemn as he slung his axe over his shoulder. Leading the gathered divine warriors, whose presence was as vast and imposing as an abyss, he stood behind Odin with them, all waiting firmly on the ground for Odin's command.
"Your Majesty! We are all here!"
The other two Warriors Three, Fandral and Hogun, each led a contingent of Asgardian divine warriors. They rose from among Asgard's buildings, gazing steadfastly at Odin's back.
The divine warriors of Asgard stood like giant peaks that had suddenly thrust up from the earth, majestic and imposing.
Not far away, after Odin called for Asgard's warriors, a vast number of divine knights riding pegasi arrived in formation behind him. Their golden armor gleamed sharply as they rode their mounts through the sky.
Enormous numbers of Asgardian spacecraft and airships surged in from every direction, while the turrets on the ground rapidly swiveled their barrels toward He-El.
The surging radiance of Asgard's divine warriors blanketed the sky behind Odin.
Even some of Asgard's women and children on the ground stood firmly behind their ruler, the King of the Gods, shields and swords in hand.
At the call of Odin,