him through the roof and into the raining sky. Continuous momentum aided his launching of the vengeful spirit straight into the earth below.
"Do not mistake me for a mere goon you can pilfer, for I am Prince of Asgard!"
"Gah!" The Thunder God belted as his back crumpled the wood beneath him like paper. Through the bar and through the floorboards, Odinson rolled to dodge the next attack and darted from the earth like a bullet.
He snatched the Ghost Rider by the spinal column and dragged --
Those vacant, black sockets widen. He just realized what was about to happen.
โ OH. S#!&โ โ
KRRRAAKK! Significant helpings of ribcage, and spine erupt outward!
The hellish spirit staggers just short of his next swing.
โโยป
"I've not met her though I've heard stories from across the heavens."
Flicking his helm back to expose more of his face to the gleaming sunlight, the 'young' King Thor arced his hammer end over end in his hand. "To be with such company is a high honor, I must remember --
โYes, she was! Way before my time. Do you know her?โ
Chuckling as she hears him call her a โsmall child.โ She not small nor a child, but she must be in his eyes!
"Well, hello, small child," the Mighty being spoke with reverence, as he looked down at the Midgardian hero.
"I recognize this Justice Society-- Queen Hippolyta was once part, yes? The รsir have only barely caught wind up the world tree."
@bronzewinghelm โHey Thor! Iโm Cyclone, from the Justice Society of America. Itโs great to finally meet you, Iโve heard so many great things! AND we both harness the weather!โ
A big beaming smile on her face as she extends her hand for a shake.
A smirk yanked on the corner of Thor's lips.
At mach speed, Mjรถlnir burst through the incarnate chest of the Spirit of Vengeance, and into the meaty palm of the warrior God.
Within seconds, attempting to bid time before the hellspawn regains the advantage, he --
Those very same infernal hellfires curdle and churn violently.
Yet, there was something equallyโ if not more primordial.
Ancient powers dance in the air.
A pause. His skull slowly dipped to the side, and he yaws it back.
โโยป
The bellowing Ghost Rider spoke his righteous fury, and in response, the King of All Storms did not waver. As the tables and runners ignited at their fringes from the rage of hellfire, the Thunderer grimaced through blonde curtain bangs.
"I am mine brother's keeper, --"
The Rider's sockets bore into The Thunderer; skeletal gaze silently tracing every gesture.
They were primarily fixed upon the beverage.
โ YOU'VE GOT MORE THAN ENOUGH TIME, IMMORTAL ONE. โ
โโยป
"I am his judge and jury, as Prince of Asgard. I answer to none, especially not a Zarathostrian lackey!" His lips curled, with a deepened frown and fiery gaze of his own blackening the overhead sky.
"Do you think you are the first Phantom Rider to crumble from the --
โFine, fine. Iโll take another shot later in the week. Just donโt tell the team, I tried. Why not? Iโve got time to kill before the world goes south.โ