To say that the Eternals weren't surprised was quite an understatement. The Asgardian army arrived on the battlefield totally changing the tides completely. And the one leading them, kept slaughtering the Frost Giants within a given distance of him with such unerring efficiency like a well oiled machine. Any foe that came closer died instantly and yet there was some sort of strange beauty to see him wiping out his enemies. Thena knew that instictually battle was an art form that shouldn't be tainted according to this mysterious figure.
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Gilgamesh had no idea what sort of image the Eternals had in mind about him as he was currently wiping out his foes with his golden spear which seemed to be an extension of his arm. Somehow even if it's the first time he was in such a large scale battle such as this, he felt something ancient and primal slowly being awakened in him. He was totally immersed in his domain as his comprehension of the concept of battle became much more clearer and his aura became more piercing.
He saw Laufey on the battlefield and frowned. Somehow, Laufey was able to veil himself from the scrying of the All Father and he had a feeling it had something to do with the casket he held in his hands. An artifact capable of veiling its user from all sort of scrying and such destructive power was not a thing rk just scoff at.
And an artifact like this was in the hands of the enemy. That was bad news. He had to draw Laufey's attention to him and delay him as much as possible while keeping him occupied until his father noticed something amiss.
He knew it wasn't going to be easy but he wasn't even afraid. He was shivering in excitement and unknowingly he began to emit a boundless battle intent.
The pierced the closest Frost Giant before pointing his spear towards his opponents and releasing a pure beam of destruction that obliterated every Jotunn in its path, wiping them out and not leaving a single fragment from them.
Naturally, such a flashy move would draw Laufey's attention as Gilgamesh was quite eye catching in his golden armor and red cape and Laufey's face was filled with rage.
"Odinson!!, I'll kill you!!". He roared while charging at Gilgamesh
"Famous last words from a frosty mongrel as yourself, as it's quite dumb of you to decide to invade a realm under Asgard's protection, while your realm itself is subject to Asgard. Not that I expected much from a mongrel anyway".
`OK, maybe the plan worked a little too well', he thought as he charged at his opponent while he spinned his spear. The force from their collision blew others around them away.
From the first exchange, Gilgamesh knew he was at a disadvantage and he could only keep dodging and striking fast at Laufey's weak points while letting its Battle Divinity do its job as he could feel himself getting stronger as the battle goes on.
Countering with a deadly overhead slash, Laufey could feel the force behind Gilgamesh's strike had increased exponentially and was constantly increasing as the battle went on, so he shot a concentrated ice beam from the casket which threw Gilgamesh off tempo and blasting him backwards but gave him enough time to retreat and engage more forcefully.
`Gate Of Babylon!! ' he thought inwardly and ripple-like golden portals with weapons of different types in each one, appeared in the sky above the battlefield drawing a lot of attention from every side as Gilgamesh floated in between with his hand stretched out and his crimson eyes glowing.
"Fall Before Me!!", he roared and his aura flared wildly with his cape billowing as all weapons shot out at an insane speed and hit the Jotunns with unerring accuracy before they could recover, thus giving the Asgardian troops a little time to take a breather as they pounced on their opponents brutally and taking them down making their ranks suffer heavy casualties.
Laufey was so pisssed he nearly turned purple,"Die!!" he roared as his anger peaked.
Only for a myriad of multi-colored lights slammed into the battlefield.
"You dare lay your hands on this King's prince!!! Laufey!!", a courtly yet furious voice echoed through the battlefield.
The All Father had arrived. And he was pissed!