_fryordie:

Parting with ill-meaning term after another, the blond’s choice in vocabulary was decisively poor, luring out into the open the face of the same primal urges he had at so many times in their shared past mocked for forming part of his makeup. For simply being the offspring of a demon, a species that by design no angel nor divine being tolerated.

But what was said could never be taken back, and for his hubris, the fallen thunderer is fed a clubbing blow, jolting his teeth as they rattled in his jaw. For a time– a few seconds perhaps– a numbing sensation took hold, pinpricks of acute soreness sending his thoughts into turmoil from their screamed complaints. At least nothing was broken.

“What makes you believe that a single blow would be enough? That these chains would hold me fast?” To make known his point, the Odinson pulled on his restraints until they reached their full length and then increased their strength. All things had their limits, as did chains formed in the pits of a fiery hell. And he would try desperately to uncover the weak link in the bunch.

“Do not bank on it!” Letting ripping with a good portion of his strength, the blond brandishes his fist and launches it at the transforming Ky in a downwards thrust. Whether it be head or back of neck or otherwise, he didn’t care: as long as it thwarted the boy’s devolution into a monster.

Though, something tells him he was already too late.

_{if he was in a better mind-set, maybe he could have resisted the transformation; to keep fast the mortal form he clung to. though, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with thor in the usual of ways; fighting with his fists could get him far. yet, his true form would get him further – much more further here than anywhere else.
even if he was playing right into mephisto’s hands.}

_{a deep snarl escaped his lips shortly before he was slammed in the head by the other’s strength. for a moment, maybe two there was no noise from him.. as whatever portion of morality he had left… was quickly fading.}

_{that much was quite clear as his head lifted; eyes narrowing right on thor as he lunged forward. no words, no second thoughts on the matter at all, but rather pure feral rage. one, that ky knew many times before, but for now… everything that made ky himself ( besides his rage ) was pushed to the dark recesses of his mind.} 

_{no room for talking, no room for petty emotions to get in the way; just a monster that could be considered a child in all instances. that was what he was anyways. a child. a boy who barely had any control over himself. take away that facade of normalcy and humanity – strip away what he clung to and all ky ended up being was an untrained monster. a mistake.}