Dull booms of fists and kicks echoed through Sanctuary II's training hall.
At over six-foot-three, James was considered tall among Earth's humans, yet he only just reached the Mad Titan's chest.
The two warriors, seemingly incapable of exhaustion, had traded blows for a long while. One possessed skin that was nearly indestructible, easily resisting every form of cold, heat, electricity, radiation, energy, even poison, aging, and disease in the universe.
The other's body could heal and regenerate at superhuman speed. Every move had been aimed at taking the other's life, yet their savage struggle had somehow become a harmonious sparring match.
"Hah... What a pity. Your body is having most of its life force drained by some unique, higher-order power. Otherwise, you would have been an opponent worth my truly fighting without restraint."
The sleeveless light armor on Thanos's body had long since been shredded by the claws. Lowering his thick arms that reached his knees, he nodded in satisfaction, his dark-purple chest bare and layered like jagged rock.
To Thanos, that battle had been the most pleasant relaxation in an otherwise tedious life of conquest.
"Hey, if I hadn't run into a little trouble, you'd have needed to watch out for whether I might really beat you to death."
"Hahahaha... Mr. Logan."
James's robes had likewise been pulverized by Thanos's fists. The dense fur on his chest was streaked gray and white like the hair on his head. Watching the Mad Titan laugh heartily, he found the knot of mysteries in his heart only deepening regarding this overlord with such uniquely compelling charisma.
"...Very few powers or weapons can harm my body. That energy within you—is it connected to Asgard of the Nine Realms?"
Thanos was not only unmatched in personal strength, but also a scholar well-versed in the