"I am Thor, the God of Thunder!" After shouting those words, as if he had vented some of his frustration at being banished to Earth, Tony's expression became less ferocious than it had been at first.
The thug, who had just been scared into trembling by Thor, confirmed that the man in front of him was a lunatic. He quietly pulled a dagger from his waistband, intending to stab him. After all, this was the middle of nowhere, and plenty of people had already died here. One more wouldn't make a difference.
Besides, with a lunatic like this around, escaping probably wouldn't be easy. Thor was still gripping his arm.
Desperate to escape this hellhole, the thug let his evil intentions get the better of him. He flashed his blade and stabbed straight at Thor's chest. If the blow landed, it would slip between the ribs and pierce his heart, killing him instantly.
But as soon as the thug raised his arm, Thor grabbed him by the wrist. The strength in his grip was like an iron vise, leaving the man completely unable to struggle.
"How dare you attack me?!" Thor felt that he had been gravely insulted. With a flex of both arms, he lifted the thug—who stood six feet tall and weighed over 150 pounds—and flung him away.
The poor man landed on a car, smashing its windshield. The impact made him cough up bloody froth. He was clearly not going to survive.
Thor walked over, puzzled, and nudged him. "I barely used any strength. How did he die? No, wait. My strength must have changed. Father, did you really strip me of my godhood?!"
"Heimdall, take me back!" Thor continued shouting at the sky.
Unfortunately, no matter how loudly Thor called, the rainbow bridge that split the