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Such nerve was reprehensible– worth a thunderous response had he been in the mood to summon forth a storm. Unluckily for Ky’lar, Thor wasn’t going to allow such petty talk cause his hands to take action, not like before. Time had passed and in its elapse came the weathering effects of change. It shaped each of them into something different, unrecognisable from before. And while the blond could acknowledge this, it appeared as though the demon was reluctant to accept it.
  So he would simply have to demonstrate that all was not like it had been in the recent past

“Nay, I do not have to accept what is clearly untrue. Your words, like always, are rife with falsehoods. Though I do find myself…impressed by your stubbornness. It is seldom that I am pursued by one who means to best me at every opportunity to do so.” 

_{“You’re a worth-while opponent.” Through all the lies he’d told over the years – that was the most truthful admission. Or, at least, as truthful as he could possibly get. Ky’lar thrived off their fights and the destruction that usually followed suit. When Thor was unworthy, it made things so much easier to get him riled up. So much more… amusing to see someone who was once a God like the state they were in.}

_{Now, things were somewhat back to a new state of normal – something that the Son of Blackheart despised with every fiber of his being. He wanted a challenge – one that he couldn’t get elsewhere. Well, he could, but heading back home wasn’t something he wanted to do – not now and not ever. Not if he had a chance to do so. “One, not found very often on this side of things.”}