He catches her around the waist with his free arm as he drops Mjölnir to its strap and gives it a quick twirl. Silver armor ripples into being, mail latches itself from nothingness about his arms, and a red cape unfurls from his shoulders as he tosses them both skyward.
Some of the shouts in the crowd take on a different tenor as they dart upward.
"Go. I will take the south." The shifting of his grasp is the only other signal; so far as he's concerned, X needs no other.
And then she's getting pitched towards a seventeenth-story window. Thor has the pinpoint accuracy of a guy who's thrown a hammer around for several centuries. It's safe to say the window will lose.
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He catches her around the waist with his free arm as he drops Mjölnir to its strap and gives it a quick twirl. Silver armor ripples into being, mail latches itself from nothingness about his arms, and a red cape unfurls from his shoulders as he tosses them both skyward.
Some of the shouts in the crowd take on a different tenor as they dart upward.
"Go. I will take the south." The shifting of his grasp is the only other signal; so far as he's concerned, X needs no other.
And then she's getting pitched towards a seventeenth-story window. Thor has the pinpoint accuracy of a guy who's thrown a hammer around for several centuries. It's safe to say the window will lose.