Even in midst of a battle, Alfheim looked as peaceful as ever... but only from a distance. As we drew closer and closer to the actual battlefield, nothing but screams of pain and agony could be heard. Arnold's forces were outnumbered almost fifty thousand to one, yet they were the ones winning.
Hercules was swinging his fists left and right while Heimdall was more focused on disarming his opponents rather than killing them as per Arnold's orders. Alice was continuously giving them BFFs while defending herself as well. Ogur on the other hand was not interested in taking prisoners either, just like Hercules. The fireball the elves had fired at him was more than enough to make him go berserk.
"This is your last chance to surrender!" Heimdall's voice roared over the chaos of the battlefield that was littered with corpses, "No matter how many of you are there, we will inevitably victorious. I suggest you drop your weapons and surrender while you have the time."