The group was in the middle of a forest, with enemies swarming in from all directions. If they had not had Quake Skye, an expert in area-of-effect attacks, among their teammates, their defensive line might have collapsed long ago.
Everyone knew this could not continue. Being surrounded was only a matter of time. Their top priority was to find terrain like a cave or gorge, somewhere they could use to their advantage and build effective fortifications.
These plants had bizarre mouths growing all over them. They looked like deformities born from crossbreeding various plants with Venus flytraps. They were tolerable when their mouths were closed, but now that they had opened them and charged at the group, the rings upon rings and layers upon layers of sharp teeth inside gleamed coldly like little knives.
No one wanted to be bitten by them, except Thor.
"Hahaha! Come on! More! This is exhilarating! I am the God of Thunder of Asgard! Son of Odin! My lowly enemies, come out and face me! Stop hiding behind these feeble weeds!"
He swung his great axe, harvesting the native plants like wheat. Thick dark-green fluid sprayed from their severed stems, and the fallen plants let out piercing screams.
But to an Aesir warrior, an enemy's wails were undoubtedly the sweetest music. Still, he craved the sight of a true enemy, not these weeds filling his vision.
With his blood up, he could no longer hear his teammates shouting at him. He broke away from the formation, fully displaying his divine might.
With one swing of his axe, plants fell in droves. With one outstretched fist, dense lightning set another wave of enemies ablaze.
He could not see their numbers decreasing, but that did not matter to the God of Thunder. The endless slaughter only made