Pull My Hammer

The green-eyed stranger took Thor's hammer blow straight on, the force so strong that it sent him flying through the air. He tumbled head over heels, crashing to the ground with a heavy thud, rolling over twice before he finally managed to get up. His eerie green eyes glared angrily in the direction of his attacker, clearly surprised and shaken by what had just happened.

All around them, soldiers paused, unable to believe their eyes. They glanced at each other, confusion and shock on their faces. This was their leader, the great and all-powerful "God Lord." He was supposed to be invincible—yet here he was, sprawled out in the dirt like he'd been knocked down by some overgrown playground bully.

As the soldiers watched in stunned silence, the hammer that had struck down their leader suddenly reversed direction. It zipped through the air, flying right back to an outstretched hand. That hand belonged to none other than Thor, the mighty God of Thunder, who strode into the hall with confidence, his fiery red cloak billowing behind him. In his hand, his hammer spun like a whirling windmill, buzzing with energy and force.

"I am Thor, son of Odin, the Thunder God!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the hall. "Who dares stand before me?"

Charlie, watching Thor from the control screen, couldn't help but smirk. Classic Thor, he thought. Always dramatic. Even though the movies didn't show it as much, the comic version of Thor was known for speaking in a bold, old-fashioned way, almost like a warrior poet. 

The green-eyed stranger stood up slowly, glaring at Thor with a look of both confusion and annoyance. It was clear that he hadn't expected to face anyone quite this powerful. He took a deep breath, and his voice rang out cold and harsh, filled with arrogance. "I am the envoy of the Almighty God," he declared. "I was sent as his chosen representative, a vanguard for his coming judgment."

Charlie's eyes narrowed. So, this guy isn't the god himself, he realized. He's a sort of messenger, an alien warrior sent to prepare for the arrival of his god. 

The envoy tensed, watching as Thor raised his hammer once more. "Thor, son of Odin," the envoy spat, "your efforts are pointless. You are nothing compared to the power of my god!"

Thor didn't bother responding. He simply raised his hammer and launched himself forward, hurtling through the air, the hammer leading the way in a devastating arc aimed right at the envoy's head.

The envoy had already felt the hammer's power once, and he wasn't about to take it directly again. He stepped back, preparing to dodge, but he soon realized that dodging was easier said than done. Thor's hammer wasn't just heavy—it was charged with the might of a god. Lightning crackled around it, and a fierce wind whipped through the hall, stirring up dust and scattering small pieces of debris. The power was so intense, it seemed like the air itself was thick with electricity.

To the envoy, the hammer felt as though it carried the weight of the entire world. The pressure was crushing, almost like an invisible hand pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. Blue lightning streaked around him, filling his vision, and the ground beneath him seemed to tremble.

Realizing he couldn't escape, the envoy planted his feet and raised his arm in front of him, bracing himself to block the incoming blow. With all his energy, he summoned a force field, an intense wave of power that radiated out from his body. This wasn't any ordinary energy; it was alien and otherworldly, different from anything Earth had seen before.

Thor's hammer struck the force field with a resounding crash. The impact was so intense that cracks spread across the floor, and the walls around them shook as if they were about to collapse. For a moment, the entire hall was filled with bright flashes of light and bursts of raw power, almost like a thunderstorm had erupted indoors.

The soldiers who had been watching gasped, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had never seen anyone—even their powerful God Lord—struggle like this. How could anyone match their leader's strength? they wondered.

But only the envoy knew just how badly the impact had rattled him. As he held his arm up against Thor's hammer, he felt pain shoot through his bones, and his whole body throbbed from the force. His arm felt as if it was about to break, and the ground beneath his feet had buckled, forming a half-meter-deep trench.

The envoy's eyes were wide with shock and fear as he stared at Thor. How is this even possible? he thought. How could there be such power on Earth? Is this… a god's power too? But no, this didn't feel like the energy of his own god—it was different, a raw, elemental force that seemed to come from deep within the universe itself.

But Thor wasn't going to give him any time to think. With a fierce shout, he swung his hammer again, stepping forward to close the distance. His strikes were relentless and powerful, each swing of the hammer carrying enough force to shatter stone. Though Thor's movements seemed wild and unrefined, they were filled with years of battle experience. Every strike was carefully aimed, covering all angles and making it nearly impossible for the envoy to dodge.

Once again, the envoy was forced to block. The clash of their energies sent a shockwave through the room, powerful enough to make the ground tremble. A few of the soldiers standing too close were caught in the blast, knocked backward by the force, their armor sparking as they hit the ground.

The envoy gritted his teeth. He couldn't keep taking these hits—his body was nearing its limit. Desperately, he lunged forward, hoping to get close enough to grab Thor's throat and put an end to the onslaught.

But Thor was a seasoned warrior and didn't flinch. Instead, he swung his hammer once more, bringing it down with even more force than before.

The envoy's hand was just inches away from Thor's throat when a wave of lightning erupted from the hammer, stopping him in his tracks. The electricity spread through his body, leaving his nerves ablaze with pain. He staggered back, gasping as the lightning burned through him.

Thor didn't miss a beat. He raised his hammer, prepared to strike once again. The envoy, feeling trapped, was forced to abandon his attack. He crossed his arms in front of him, pouring all of his remaining energy into creating a shield.

Thor's hammer connected with the shield in a blinding flash of blue light, sending electricity crackling up into the ceiling. Chunks of the dome began to crumble, raining down as the impact shook the very foundation of the building. It was as if a god had unleashed his judgment upon the room.

The soldiers looked on, their faces pale with fear and doubt. They'd always believed their leader was unbeatable, but now they couldn't help but wonder: Is Thor the true god here?

The envoy, panting and battered, realized that he couldn't take another hit like that. Every part of his body felt as if it were being held together by sheer willpower alone. He needed a way out—and fast. He took a deep breath, gathered what little strength he had left, and shot backward, putting distance between himself and Thor.

Once he was far enough away, he lifted his hand and made a quick pulling motion. Charlie recognized it instantly. It was the same move the envoy had used earlier to drag Captain America toward him—a gravitational pull strong enough to bring even the most stubborn opponents forward.

But this time, as the envoy tried to pull Thor, the Thunder God didn't move. Only the cloak on his back fluttered slightly in the direction of the pull.

The envoy's heart pounded with disbelief. His once-unstoppable power had failed.

Desperate, he focused harder, pulling with all his might. But instead of dragging Thor, he found himself pulling something else.

With a smirk, Thor released his hammer. The hammer shot forward, moving faster than the envoy could react, now accelerated by his own gravitational pull. It became a streak of blue lightning as it hurtled toward him.

The envoy barely had time to realize his mistake. He threw his hands up, trying to block, but it was too late. The hammer smashed into him with a thunderous crack, launching him backward through several walls. His body flew out of the building entirely, disappearing into the stormy sky outside, leaving a trail of sparks and shattered stone in his wake.

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