Harkening to the transformed one’s challenge, Thor descends from a cloudless sky, cape billowing at his back as he did so. Feet glancefully touching against the ground, he took pride in never one to turn down a chance to engage in battle, no matter the pettiness of such a conflict’s intent. One glance at Ky, his real self revealed, tells the revived thunderer that such applied to his opponent too– fighting for the sheer sake of battle, rather than to achieve a specific goal or intent. “Do you often yell at nothing like a fool?” Speaking off-hand, Thor’s old habits were beginning to reemerge now that the storms were yet his to command again– one of which being his desire to mock those who dared to fight him. “Come then, demon. You’ll soon learn the length of the distance that stands between us in terms of sheer might alone.”
Fighting for the shear sport of it was something the demon rarely did. Usually, he always had a specific intent for when he fought. Most of the time it was to cure those urges of his, but there were other’s where he needed to affirm just who – if not what- he was. This time around, Ky was fighting for the sport of fighting itself. No one wanted to fight him in his Grandfather’s realm as they always let him win. So, as much as he thought he was getting better? It wasn’t enough – even though he still hated formal training ( even though he was attempting to drag himself to it now and again ). “i knew you’d come,” he said, arms folding across his chest, “An’ there is no distance – you’re under me, Thor. Just like everyone else.” No, Ky wasn’t going to attack yet – he’d work the God up for a while, and then he’d make his move. “You just have to accept that.”
Hellfirebound 