The grain of sand that tips the scale

The Beowolves walked in sync and stopped in front of the 50 Cerberus troopers led by Sverd. The black-haired hooligan brushed his long horse-mane-like hair and did an Asgardian salute while making a savage grin. When he did, all 3000 Cerberus trooper closed their feet together and slammed their fist on their right shoulder.

*Clop*

Three thousand voices, all in unison, announced in a roar that shook the heavens. 

"CERBERUS WELCOMES THE MIGHT OF THE BEOWOLVES TO THE WAR. MAY THE SUN FOREVER SHINE ON YOU!"

Prometheus was dumbfounded! Earning the respect and praise of Asgardians was incredibly difficult. Even among their ranks, while they followed the hierarchy, their civilization was built on survival of the fittest.