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[INDENT][INDENT]Lightning lit up the exterior of the Triskelion as rain showered the hot tarmac, steam rising from the asphalt as Creel’s attention was diverted from Sue, haunting memories of being caught in the tornado in Oklahoma came flooding back to Creel. He raised his arms, cracking his knuckles as balled his hands into fists, Creel looked around as he anticipated Thor’s first attack. 

Thunder roared again as Creel jumped slightly, lightning striking him directly as the vibranium coating absorbed the energy of the bolt boosting his confidence as he wondered what exactly the woman had given him. Either way, the corners of Creel’s mouth turned upwards again as he realized that Thor’s lightning couldn’t harm him this time. 

A hand suddenly gripped Creel’s shoulder as he was lifted off the ground before he was released and hit the ground on his knees. Looking up, Creel came face to face with the bearded man, lightning running up and down his armor as another lightning strike illuminated his auburn hair. In his hand was a large double-headed axe, that was new to Creel as the weapon made him falter slightly before the confidence installed by his new armor swelled Creel back to his feet.

[b][color=#2f4f4f]“Fuck. You.”[/color][/b]

Dropping the axe beside him, Thor raised his fists. He was going to relish this, he wanted to make Creel suffer for everything he had done last time the pair had crossed paths. Blake could still remember the weeks it took for his mother to recover from Creel’s attack on him, the weeks his father stayed by her side, worried and of course the fact he laid hands on Barbara. Thor felt that pain, the anger and honed it into a weapon as he struck Creel across the face, the force of his blow unleashing a resounding ‘[i]crack[/i]’ that echoed across the tarmac.

But Creel remained standing.

The blow didn’t flinch him, the coating on top of his skin absorbed the force of Thor’s blow as Creel pulled back a fist of his own. The force of Thor’s attack flowed through Creel as he returned it to Thor with a punch of his own that sent the God of Thunder sliding back across the asphalt. 

Summoning a blast of lightning, Thor hurled the bolt at Creel’s chest, watching as Creel simply continued to keep walking forward. Breaking into a run, Creel swung at Thor, the son of Odin catching the fist as he tried to grapple the other man. Suddenly Creel swung his head backwards, his skull catching Thor square in the face as he staggered backwards.

[b][color=#2f4f4f]“Face it, Thor. You can’t beat me.”[/color][/b] Creel taunted. [b][color=#2f4f4f]“I’m invincible.”[/color][/b][/INDENT][/INDENT]