I have feasted on the nectars of wild fruit in the Land of the Norns. I have dined in the exalted halls of the Godly Realms. This day, I am offered a creamsicle.
-Thor, God of Thunder
Coast City - United States - MidgardThor descended upon the parking lot of Coast City's arena and surveyed the pandemonium. Evidently the day's proceedings had turned hostile. A gaggle of aggressive citizens had been restrained behind several carefully placed loops of rope; their attempts to rejoin the fray simply placed them in each others' way and their uncomprehending struggles reminded Thor of a horde of bound Sleipnir, driven and frenzied without any sense of intelligence.
Thor spotted his compatriots. The golden haired Captain Marvel was engaged by a small group of miscreants while the fleet footed Flash appeared to be facing off against a rather drab fellow that Thor recognised as Pietro Maximoff. Thor had limited experience facing speedsters and, in any event, was not so uncouth as to leave a lady to fend for herself.
He prepared to launch himself at one of Captain Marvel's attackers when, out of nowhere, a bolt of crimson thudded into his midriff with the force of a giant's kick.
Thor was knocked down into the parking lot. Immediately, some of the uncontained citizens made for him. They kicked, hit and bit the fallen God; not doing any real damage but momentarily overwhelmed Thor by the sheer frenzy of their attacks. Thor was not a barbarian, he had no interest in harming the innocent despite their savagery. He called upon the elements and caused a sharp spurt of gale force to knock the humans back, winding them in the process. Thor took to the air, scanning the battlefield for his attacker.
Within moments he had spotted her, it made sense given that Quicksilver was in the vicinity; Wanda Maximoff, the self-styled 'Scarlet Witch'.
'Harpy!' Thor bellowed,
'you dare strike the son of Odin?' Thor launched himself at his foe, the Witch once again lashed out with a crimson bolt but Thor was ready this time and retaliated with a bolt of lightning.
The lightning arc came close to the mutant spellcaster but never so much as grazed her. A protective shield, Thor supposed. This girl held formidable power but had never been formally trained in its use. If she had been born of Asgard there would have been a place for her to learn of her abilities with the masters of the realm; instead, here she was, a novice fighting misguidedly for her race. It was a shame.
'Cease your actions and tell your companions to stand down.' Thor ordered,
'Now you face the might of Thor and the Justice League!'The Witch merely laughed before her fingers shifted and launched a wave of crimson energy towards the Thunder God; spinning his hammer into a whirling shield, Thor caught the attack, sending the energy spinning into all directions. With a battle-cry, the God of Thunder leapt into the air and brought his hammer down in an unrelenting blow, Maximoff worked her fingers into a powerful barrier spell, the two came into contact and battle was joined once more.
