fryordie:

@hellfirebound is ready to fight!

Few words are exchanged in the way of a greeting as Thor, name and honours restored, locates the son of Blackheart and descends, the air rushing past his form causing his cape to flutter in the wind. He had missed the flying, but not half as much as holding that hammer in his hand, even though it was a duplication of the original tool, since sacrificed to destroy the Mangog once and for all.
   Landing directly before Ky’lar, blue hues aglow with the unbridled power flowing through his veins from holding the golden mallet lock gazes with the other, his intention to wage a fight visible in the set of his broad shoulders and crouched legs. For a moment, Thor’s expression stays serene, once again a god of the storms and lightning until it turns foul; warped by the memories of the torment he had endured at the other’s hand. 

Without prompting, he gauges the distance between them, then strikes, belting Ky in the jaw with the might of newly forged uru.

_{the son of blackheart never thought the unworthy one would ever weld such a weapon again. their fights had been numerous, destructive, and ky made sure to hold nothing back when it came down to it.}

_{all the torment was done due to ky’s own cruelty; his own hatred for the  unworthy god. maybe, in another place, ky would have understood just what it was like to lose worth – to lose the very thing that made him whole. though, the possibility of that was slim; ky never felt whole or even felt wanted – not even from his own father.}

_{still, there was no doubt in his mind that he deserved the slam right in the jaw. especially with all the stunt’s he’s pulled. always reaching for more than what he was.
not that he could really blame himself personally either. he was always lacking something. be it his own self confidence or what have you. it always was something that he didn’t have – for now, it was the energy to actually be angry with the god.
no, he deserved this.}

 _{being thrown back several feet was the least of his worries. right now, all he had to voice his thoughts on the matter; even if he knew that it would get him nowhere. not with the unworthy one ( somehow ) worthy again.
       “rude,” he managed to get out, spitting out some blood. shortly after, a grin spread across his features, “— that all you got?”}