"Let go of Loki!"
Thor saw what was happening, and fury blazed in his eyes. The light of Thor's Hammer instantly burned brighter than ever, as if it could illuminate the entire battlefield.
He roared, his voice mingling with the thunder of lightning until it shook the air: "Stop, you monster!"
He leaped into the air, his body tracing a brilliant arc as Thor's Hammer tore through the air and hurtled straight toward Bronksky.
Feeling the force of the blow, Bronksky quickly raised his other hand to block the thunderous hammer.
"Boom!" Another deafening crash rang out. The ground trembled, and clouds of dust rose into the air.
Bronksky couldn't withstand the force. He spun through the air in a full 360-degree turn before smashing into a building.
The good news was that after spinning around, he let go of the hand he'd used to choke Loki.
The bad news was that Loki was caught in the force of the blow too. He plunged headfirst into the ground, leaving only his ankles sticking out.
Thor was horrified. He quickly grabbed Loki by the ankles and yanked his brother out of the ground like a radish.
"Loki, are you all right? I was too impulsive!"
As he spoke, he gently brushed the dust off Loki.
Loki coughed softly a few times. The corners of his mouth pulled into a strained smile, but complex emotions flickered in his eyes.
"Heh, quite the grand entrance, Thor. It seems your strength has grown again."
The God of Mischief had come here today for one thing only: humiliation, humiliation, and more damn humiliation!
Between the opening disaster and two failed sneak attacks, even someone as shameless as Loki wanted to dig a hole and bury himself on the spot.
Thor's anxiety and guilt only grew