Tony watched with relish, even pulling out some popcorn. "Thor shouldn't be called the God of Thunder. He should be called the God of Cheats. First he got god-tier gear, then his godly dad handed him power, and now he can even awaken divine artifacts."
Octopus Raysu's mechanical arms stirred restlessly. "My king, should we go help?"
Clearly, Loki was in a very bad spot.
Loki's illusions had failed, and his defensive spells were as flimsy as paper before Thor.
Even his jawbone had been smashed.
Tony grinned wickedly. "I'd rather watch Loki get beaten until he's crawling around on the ground and begging us for help."
Loki was a clever man, but clever people often misunderstood combat.
Combat was an utterly pure affair, with only one objective-kill your opponent.
Loki always tried to outsmart everyone in battle, relying on tricks as his primary means of fighting.
It wasn't that illusions were bad. It was just that against a truly powerful opponent, Loki's little illusions lost much of their effectiveness.
The remaining members exchanged glances.
None of them were particularly close to Loki, so helping him was out of the question.
And so Spider-Man fetched chairs, Doctor Octopus grabbed popcorn, Zola found beer, and Bucky brought drinks. Everyone gathered around a table to get front-row seats to the live beatdown.
Loki was shocked enough to last him a whole year. He'd thought victory was already in the bag.
I've fused with the darkness force. How could I lose?!
How could I lose?!
Then his opponent swooped right into his face and hammered his teeth to pieces.
Loki refused to accept his fate. He healed his wounds with divine power and grabbed the Scepter. "Being looked down on, being shunned, being ganged up on... Do you think I'm asking for