Asgardians had never had the word "formation" in their dictionary. Their way of fighting was to follow the leader and charge forward in a single rush.
After punching through the enemy ranks, they would all turn around, the rear becoming the front, and charge again!
Daisy was busy hacking at Hela and had no time to be that leader. The other fierce warriors each had their own tasks, so the one who ended up at the very front of the formation was Captain America.
"You three, go to the flank. I need you to..." Captain America's character was beyond reproach. He was a good man and a good soldier on the battlefield, but his mindset was still stuck in the era when Captain America was the greatest in the world. He loved ordering people around at every turn.
When only two or three people were acting together, he still assigned tasks as though he were commanding the world. There was really no need for it. No one was an idiot.
He could order Falcon around, or War Machine, and they would at least humor him. But ordering S.H.I.E.L.D. around was already difficult. Trying to command Asgardian warriors now was even more absurd. They simply could not understand his English with its Brooklyn accent. A few young warriors let out a howl and charged ahead.
The young warriors were tall and long-legged, moving as swiftly as the wind. They immediately collided with Frost Giants, who likewise bore a deep blood feud against Asgard.
Even though the Frost Giant lord had been slain by Daisy, the remaining Frost Giants were still not to be underestimated.
They stood thirty meters tall, and every step they took seemed to shake the earth. The young warriors apparently thought giants were the dimwits from their elders'