Though his hand throbbed in complaint after the fact, his punch had connected, te jab from a sour deity brought continually lower by this friend and his family. To fight Ky here served no purpose than to escalate matters, and there was no better example of a statement of intent as a punch to someone’s face.
Rather shockingly however, the man didn’t drop to the floor, as he had seen many a plucky fighter sent before him do when he used his strength. Worse than that, Ky lifted his head afterwards, revealing much by doing so. Ah, that explains why, thinks the Odinson as Ky charges, more mindless beast than tactful human.
And that loss of humanity would serve the turned demon ill, a reckless savage that the blond could deal with without stockpiling any hint of remorse. Losing the advantage of height as Ky’s dark nature manifested itself in deadly claws and a mane of spikes, Odinson bends his knees slightly to dodge the manic swipes of sharp fingers.
Not stopping there, he then catches each of demon ky’s hands by the wrist, wrenching each limb sideways to leave exposed his chest and head. Jaws clamped tightly together, the unworthy one waits for the space of a heartbeat before stepping closer, swing his head as he did so that his skull collided with demon Ky, intending to stagger him. Demonstrating asgardians were nothing if not hard headed.
the demon’s own rage was in control now; swiping left and right – even managing to get a slight kick in ( and failing ). he enjoyed every second of it; the anger, the rage, and the pure excitement of it all. oh, he’d give anything for a good fight – even more so if he could fight on even ground.
he knew the other was in a disadvantage, but that didn’t concern him. truth be told, the only thing that did was making sure thor was ripped apart, and his anger stated. only then, would ky be able to at least be able to function half-way decently.
until that moment, he growled; trying to get in another blow – something to make the unworthy one bleed and then he was caught. both of his arms were in the god’s hands and he let out a deep hiss; teeth clenched together as their eyes narrowed.
a thought crossed their mind to attempt to bite them right in the face, but before it could be anything more than a passing fancy there was a hit. it quite honestly staggered him back several feet as the skull collided right with his chest. it send a massive shock through his system – one that he wouldn’t soon forget as they let out a large roar.
one , that was a simple warning, and a threat- this fight wasn’t over yet. not by a long shot.