Mjölnir smashes into the man's face, hard enough to pulverize stone. X is not the only one who believes in being thorough. Whether it does damage now or not, though, it's too late.
Valeria's young face is wearing the demon's smug, obnoxious smirk, and a familiar sigil has begun to glow orange on her forehead.
"Open the portal to my people," she purrs, in a voice too resonant for a child's, "or the girl will die."
Thor breathes out in a low, furious growl. His hands are fists, ready for a deserving target.
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Mjölnir smashes into the man's face, hard enough to pulverize stone. X is not the only one who believes in being thorough. Whether it does damage now or not, though, it's too late.
Valeria's young face is wearing the demon's smug, obnoxious smirk, and a familiar sigil has begun to glow orange on her forehead.
"Open the portal to my people," she purrs, in a voice too resonant for a child's, "or the girl will die."
Thor breathes out in a low, furious growl. His hands are fists, ready for a deserving target.