As words gave way to growls and a veil of incomprehensible noise, the blond followed suit, contributing his own variety of sounds to the mix with his grunts and other indications of energy being spent. When he was like this, Ky had the advantage; Odinson was denied the aid of his axe, no doubt confiscated by Mephisto beforehand which left the fallen god completely unarmed. 

Which was fine, he tries to tell himself. A good challenge made for suitable practice; and this was a fight where the odds were severely stacked against his favour. He was ready for the challenge and was fully prepared to fight from his corner, caring little about who he had to go through to win his freedom from this torment.

Pressing his attack, Odinson doesn’t dawdle for long after headbutting Ky, pursuing him with speed when he is sent stumbling backwards to tackle the demon in a lunge, arms wrapping tightly around his chest as they both crash against the floor of the cell. 

When it emerges that he had ended up sitting on top of Ky, the unworthy one moves quickly to press a knee against where the midriff was had he still faced a human opponent, before raining bludgeoning hell down on his foe by striking his face with a series of quick jabs and punches, alternating constantly between flesh hand and fist.

Blood soon coated his knuckles but still he failed to stop, too desperate to strike fast and to strike hard, all whilst Ky was still without his wits and the furore felt by that initial transformation had finally worn off.

_{Slamming to the ground was harsh; couldn’t be avoided in such a confined space.}

_{His anger may have been under control, but he still wasn’t thinking clearly. Nor did he think he’d be able to anytime soon.}

_{Fire burned through his veins after each hit. Being immobile did that when you were pinned to the ground. More so as it was a wakeup call – one that meant he wasn’t as strong as he thought he was.} 

_{Not that he could do anything about it; a series of hisses and curses escaped his lips as his arms went up to at least block some of the hits. It wasn’t much, but hopefully it would give Ky the advantage he ultimately needed to turn the fight in his favor.}

_{“Is this all you got?” The words were spat out through a series of deep hisses. “Little unworthy, Thor!” Ky’s tone turned darker – almost into a series of laughs as he clawed punch towards the other’s face. “Can’t hold his own against a real demon so he picks on a mere child.” And for once, Ky was being honest about himself; he still was a child. One, who had much to learn… not just about the worlds, but who he was as well.}