[ Thor shakes off run off electrical charge as effectively as a dog may water, fly-away strands of dense blonde brimming with static by the time he turns his attention towards the two women joining him. Their gameful proclamations bring about a crooked smile from him, twirling Mjolnir once on its strap, handle smacking into his palm.
The title of 'Hawkeye' earns a second glance, but a nod, as well, amusement as a gleam in his eyes that goes uncommented on for now, while the devilish monsters rattle walkways and come staggering out from the shadows still. The one covered in blood, too, he darts a look at, down to her axes, seeming to approve.
No one here is wielding guns. It's a nice change. ]
It would be my pleasure.
[ Mjolnir spins again, and this time, there's a whine, her song charged in the air as it becomes a blur at the end of his arm. He launches upwards as if dragged in the wake of the hammer's momentum, the ground shivering, electricity crackling with even less control than he used to wield once, when all this seemed real to him. With access back to what he knows best, he can't help but make the most of it while it lasts.
His aim becomes clear -- there's an opening to another section beyond, across and up, swarming with husks as they make their leaping, swinging progression towards them. Landing, Thor fights as brutal up close as he does at a distance -- a slam of the hammer cracks open skulls, and caves in torsos when he throws it at a spin.
He grabs at a husk when it comes launching at him, tipping it over the edge, just in time to catch Mjolnir on its return light.
The husk lands hard at Johanna's feet. Still switching, still alive. A present. ]
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The title of 'Hawkeye' earns a second glance, but a nod, as well, amusement as a gleam in his eyes that goes uncommented on for now, while the devilish monsters rattle walkways and come staggering out from the shadows still. The one covered in blood, too, he darts a look at, down to her axes, seeming to approve.
No one here is wielding guns. It's a nice change. ]
It would be my pleasure.
[ Mjolnir spins again, and this time, there's a whine, her song charged in the air as it becomes a blur at the end of his arm. He launches upwards as if dragged in the wake of the hammer's momentum, the ground shivering, electricity crackling with even less control than he used to wield once, when all this seemed real to him. With access back to what he knows best, he can't help but make the most of it while it lasts.
His aim becomes clear -- there's an opening to another section beyond, across and up, swarming with husks as they make their leaping, swinging progression towards them. Landing, Thor fights as brutal up close as he does at a distance -- a slam of the hammer cracks open skulls, and caves in torsos when he throws it at a spin.
He grabs at a husk when it comes launching at him, tipping it over the edge, just in time to catch Mjolnir on its return light.
The husk lands hard at Johanna's feet. Still switching, still alive. A present. ]