The one alien who is tall and blond -- rather than small, green, and currently living in the Baxter Building -- sprang into motion as soon as they returned. (Or awoke.)
For what good it does. Even Mjölnir's blows can't touch this man, wrapped as he is in a shield of orange-dark energy. Lightning would likely fare no better, and it would wreak destruction upon this building.
But Mjölnir's blows do knock him backwards, as Sue's shields and the Thing's rocky fists do not.
The man dislikes that -- and it distracts him a little from strikes at the others. Both are reason enough to keep it up.
The man declares himself weary of games, through a smirk that he would like to be vicious. (It is, but Thor mostly finds his manner annoyingly tacky.) A soundless burst of energy rocks the room, sending the others flying backward.
Thor is unaffected, though he has to brace a little; it lifts his hair like a strong wind.
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For what good it does. Even Mjölnir's blows can't touch this man, wrapped as he is in a shield of orange-dark energy. Lightning would likely fare no better, and it would wreak destruction upon this building.
But Mjölnir's blows do knock him backwards, as Sue's shields and the Thing's rocky fists do not.
The man dislikes that -- and it distracts him a little from strikes at the others. Both are reason enough to keep it up.
The man declares himself weary of games, through a smirk that he would like to be vicious. (It is, but Thor mostly finds his manner annoyingly tacky.) A soundless burst of energy rocks the room, sending the others flying backward.
Thor is unaffected, though he has to brace a little; it lifts his hair like a strong wind.
So is X.