Hermione watched from the sidelines for a while, thinking that Kurse did have something going for him. He must have had some sort of magic-breaking ability; otherwise, he could never have knocked away the hammer that even Hulk could not lift.
As Thor took a beating, shock flashed in his eyes.
This was the first time he had ever experienced anything like this. Even his beloved Mjolnir was useless.
"Move!"
Hermione's cold voice rang out.
Thor instinctively stepped aside.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The next second, a streak of green light shot through the spot where he had been standing and struck Kurse squarely.
Kurse did not even scream. His massive body crashed to the ground and lay motionless.
A deathly silence fell.
Everyone froze. Malekith was utterly dumbstruck, his jaw practically hitting the floor.
Apart from the Aether, Kurse was the Dark Elves' greatest trump card, a terrifying being who could utterly overpower Thor. And now he was simply gone?
A single streak of green light had finished him off just like that?
"Who exactly are you?!"
"Asgard has no one like you!"
Malekith's voice trembled slightly. He had never seen such bizarre magic.
Hermione glanced at him.
"I'm a Midgardian. Your Dark Elves' intelligence network needs updating."
Hermione blew on her wand.
Avada Kedavra-the perfect cure for all sorts of flashy nonsense.
Seeing that things had taken a turn for the worse, Malekith acted without hesitation.
He tossed out several dark objects, turned, and leaped aboard his ship. Its engines roared, and it vanished into the sky in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it, Black Hole Grenades!"
Odin, who had just arrived, paled. He recognized the objects at a glance.
These were the Dark Elves' ultimate weapons, capable of creating miniature black holes that devoured all matter.
Thor and