"Stop hitting him! You're going to kill him!"
Jane Foster clung to the dirt at the crater's edge, screaming hysterically at the bottom.
Down below, Jessica Jones straddled Thor's back, driving punch after punch into his handsome face.
"Lady, who the hell are you?" Jessica stopped, shook the muddy water off her fists, and glanced back with an eye roll. "This blond wrecked our boss's place. What's wrong with beating him up? He's lucky I'm in a good mood today, or he'd be paying with his life."
"He's just a mentally ill homeless man! This is vigilante justice!" Jane was so frantic that her eyes reddened.
Darcy chewed her gum nearby and snapped another photo. "Jane, save your breath. That woman just punched another crater into the bottom of this one. Go down there and you'll only get yourself flattened."
"Jessica, stop."
Above the crater, Yang Ming adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and leisurely sipped his coffee.
"Boss, I haven't had my fill yet. This guy's got some seriously thick skin. I'd have punched straight through a normal person by now." Jessica pursed her lips, stood up off Thor, and gave his backside a casual kick.
"Keep hitting him and you'll really damage his brain. If that happens, who's going to pay us back?" Yang Ming said mildly.
Thor lay in the muddy water, feeling as though every bone in his body had come apart. He was the mighty God of Thunder of Asgard, the strongest warrior in the Nine Realms, yet today a mortal woman of Midgard had pinned him to the ground and used him as a punching bag!
What an utter disgrace!
"Mortal..." Thor spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and struggled to push himself up on his arms, his blue eyes fixed on Mjolnir five paces