Rat

"You nameless rat! Why do you run from the son of Odin!?" Thor's voice boomed across the spaceship as he charged after the envoy. His hammer spun in his hand, alive with flickering lightning, casting sharp, eerie flashes of light around them.

The envoy knew the strength of his pursuer, and he wasn't about to test it again. Instead of facing Thor head-on, he darted among his own Cantel soldiers, hoping to shield himself from the god's wrath. Thor's swings, however, packed enough force to blast apart anything within range. As the envoy dodged and weaved, many of the Cantel soldiers fell victim to Thor's mighty strikes, caught in the thunderous shockwaves that followed each swing.

Thor grinned as he swung his hammer in wide arcs, taunting, "Ha! The rat runs pretty fast!"

When Thor's regular swings failed to hit the envoy, he leaped high above the crowd, swinging the hammer in a new direction. The air inside the sealed ship began to churn, forming a powerful, invisible vortex. A storm erupted in the middle of the closed space, a swirling hurricane that swept up anything in its path. The envoy, still sprinting with his back to Thor, didn't see the sudden shift in strategy. In a blink, the storm caught him and several nearby Cantel soldiers, hurling them into the air like they weighed nothing.

"Let's see you try to run now!" Thor's voice thundered as he launched his hammer straight at the envoy. Lightning wrapped around the hammer, which cut through the air like a roaring, fanged dragon, twisting with claws and teeth made of pure energy.

The envoy, now suspended in mid-air, quickly realized he couldn't dodge this time. Knowing he had only seconds, he stretched his arm out to the side, using a powerful attraction skill to pull a nearby Cantel soldier toward him. The unfortunate soldier, still dazed from the hurricane's impact, looked around in confusion. In the blink of an eye, he found himself yanked forward, held in front of the envoy like a shield. His expression shifted from bewildered to horrified as he realized what was happening. The hammer, wreathed in lightning, closed in on him.

Just as he opened his mouth to curse, Thor's hammer struck. The energy exploded on impact, shattering the soldier's body into fragments, spraying the area with debris. The envoy managed to absorb most of the shock, but he was still thrown backward, colliding painfully with a crowd of other Cantel soldiers.

The envoy scrambled back to his feet, but Thor's hammer was already zooming in for another attack. This time, Thor's face was lit with a grin, a mix of triumph and thrill, as he shouted, "Where are you off to now, coward? Face me and take your punishment!"

The hammer, spinning and crackling, shot toward the envoy, leaving a trail of fierce lightning in its path. Though aimed at the envoy, the hammer's sheer power sent nearby soldiers sprawling across the floor. The Cantel soldiers, frozen in place, watched in stunned silence as lightning exploded around the envoy, making it impossible to dodge.

For the soldiers caught in the crossfire, it was a terrifying sight. They couldn't help but wonder how they'd ended up on the wrong side of a god's fury. What could we have done to bring this destruction down on us?

Encased in a storm of lightning, the envoy had no choice but to face the attack head-on. He remembered how his last encounter with Thor had gone: this god didn't rely on complex tactics or tricks. Thor's strategy was brutally simple, relying on raw, unstoppable power. Every swing of the hammer was a direct command: Take this!

After experiencing the hammer's force once before, the envoy had no desire to feel it again. So he repeated his previous tactic, using his attraction skill to pull yet another unlucky soldier into his path. The soldier had barely a second to process what was happening before the hammer slammed into him, splintering his body in an explosion of lightning and energy.

Now that the envoy had found a reliable method of deflecting Thor's attacks, he began to retreat, dragging any nearby soldiers into his path as makeshift shields. With an entire army at his disposal, he figured he could keep using his "shields" as long as necessary while waiting for an opening to counterattack.

Thor's fury only grew with each evasion, his voice echoing across the ship. "Coward! Stand and face the son of Odin!" He swung his hammer again, charging forward relentlessly. "Let's see how long you can keep running!"

With every attack, Thor's energy seemed to rise, his determination fueled by the envoy's refusal to fight back. Meanwhile, the Cantel soldiers, starting to understand the envoy's tactic, cursed their leader as they tried to avoid both him and Thor. But the envoy's skill allowed him to reach far, and no matter how they scrambled, many found themselves yanked into Thor's path, only to be destroyed by the hammer's unstoppable force.

To any onlooker, it might have seemed that the envoy and Thor were actually working together, with one grabbing the targets and the other smashing them to pieces. The "team" was devastating, and the Cantel soldiers paid the price.

As the chase continued, the envoy became more confident, learning to balance his defense and occasionally throwing counterattacks at Thor. He wasn't completely out of the fight now; though he still focused on evasion, he began to manage brief strikes of his own.

Charlie , who was controlling Thor, had expected this fight to end quickly. He already knew from their last encounter that Thor had a clear advantage. But he hadn't counted on the envoy running away at every opportunity, avoiding each attack by sacrificing his own soldiers. Frustrated, Charlie switched control to Iron Man, allowing Thor's AI to handle the pursuit while he focused on a more immediate threat: the Cantel legion commander.

Meanwhile, Captain America and Iron Man faced the legion commander, blocking his path and holding him in place. The commander, a giant among his kind, loomed over them. Though Ant-Man and Spider-Man had most of the nearby soldiers occupied, a few Cantel fighters slipped through the chaos, backing up their leader when they could.

Captain America moved in first, brandishing his shield as if to bash the commander with a heavy strike. The commander raised his arm to block, but Cap quickly pulled back, revealing that it was just a feint. With precise timing, Captain America sidestepped, opening up a line of fire for Iron Man, who raised his palms and unleashed a powerful blast from both repulsor beams.

The duo's teamwork was seamless, their actions perfectly in sync. Charlie was delighted to see that their signature "Shield and Iron" combo buff worked in tandem with the Avengers' "Assemble" buff. Together, their powers and timing were sharper than ever, making them a formidable pair.

Their opening strike hit flawlessly. Captain America's fake-out had created the perfect opening, and Iron Man's energy blasts hit their mark. The commander, however, didn't flinch. Unlike his regular soldiers, he was much larger and far more resilient. His right arm ended not in a claw like the others, but in a long, pale spike, gleaming with an ominous light.

With a swift motion, he jabbed the spiked arm forward, unleashing a wave of energy that clashed with Iron Man's repulsor beams. The collision sent a shockwave through the room, forcing the commander to take a step back.

The commander's eyes locked onto Iron Man, recognizing the armored figure before him. Iron Man's suit bore a resemblance to the countless mechs the Cantel army had been battling across the battlefield. The commander's face twisted with rage and disbelief.

Could human technology really have reached such power?