Two successive explosions rang out in the air.
Most of the sword's edge had been blocked by old Thanos's armor. Less than ten centimeters had actually cut into his body, while old Thor's arm had blocked old Thanos's elbow strike.
Broadly speaking, the first exchange between the two old men had been evenly matched, though old Thor held a slight advantage.
Old Thor had arrived brimming with battle intent. He knew exactly what he had come to do and whom he would face, having gathered strength all along the way. Old Thanos, meanwhile, had not recognized him at first glance. One had come prepared while the other had not, and the difference was immense. It kept old Thanos from fully displaying his strength in their first clash.
He had not experienced being wounded in a very long time. Touching the blood at his wound, he shook his head with a savage grin and charged forward again without a care.
Their battle was as violent as Mars crashing into Earth. Both favored offense, and neither was willing to yield.
Though they were old, their convictions and individual abilities were undoubtedly at their peak.
If you slashed me with your sword, then I would break your nose. If you broke my arm, then I would bite a chunk of flesh off you.
Their battle was bloody and primal, skillful yet chillingly brutal.
Rachel had never seen such a vicious style of combat.
The young girl's face turned somewhat pale.
"Are you okay? It'd be embarrassing if you cried," Stark's voice came through his mask.
Rachel snorted and gave no response.
The two old men fought for fifteen minutes. The mountain peak that had originally stood above sea level was forcibly shaved flat. The shockwaves from their attacks forced the three of them