[ the arena masters must have realized, some days into era and thor finding each other, that it was a mistake to put them so close together. likely two of the most powerful beings in chains, and both aggressively committed to the concept of peace. whatever fantasy someone had of the destruction that would come from matching them against one another, it would seem they'd be sorely disappoint with the two's apparent refusal to fight for anything but their own fun.
it would seem, anyway. the game makers aren't so ready to give up on the good show, and exciting offering of high emotion to feed to the machine to keep their city safe. when thor had ventured out to find more supplies for a shelter, or a fire, or something to cook on said fire and eat, passing through a cluster of bushes covered the rising of a deep fog - a poisonous gas that was invading his lungs and attacking his senses all too quickly.
when he comes stalking back towards his friend, it's with his head muddled in hallucinations, aggression and angry boiling over. he doesn't see era at all - only hela, his heinous sister, standing over the bodies of his father, his friends, his brother, on the crumbling hilltops of his homeland. laughter and gloating in her voice, bloodthirst and venom. thor lets out a below, a raging war cry, before charging for era, Mjolnir swung towards her head with intent to kill, electricity sparking over his arms and across his eyes. ]
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it would seem, anyway. the game makers aren't so ready to give up on the good show, and exciting offering of high emotion to feed to the machine to keep their city safe. when thor had ventured out to find more supplies for a shelter, or a fire, or something to cook on said fire and eat, passing through a cluster of bushes covered the rising of a deep fog - a poisonous gas that was invading his lungs and attacking his senses all too quickly.
when he comes stalking back towards his friend, it's with his head muddled in hallucinations, aggression and angry boiling over. he doesn't see era at all - only hela, his heinous sister, standing over the bodies of his father, his friends, his brother, on the crumbling hilltops of his homeland. laughter and gloating in her voice, bloodthirst and venom. thor lets out a below, a raging war cry, before charging for era, Mjolnir swung towards her head with intent to kill, electricity sparking over his arms and across his eyes. ]