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 Porting herself away and then sneaking up behind Thor, Clarice grabbed him, trying to hold the demi-god so he couldn't call more thunder. "That's Ms. Miscreant, to you!" she grumbled, unable to really hold him despite the training. He was too big and strong. But who the hell talked like he did anyways!? Thor reached up, plucking Blink from his back and slamming her down into the concrete roof. She was able to teleport away just before impact, but the velocity was enough that she emerged from her portal in a long arc, hitting hard as she landed. "Do not make this worse for yourselves." "Blink!" Molly's eyes widened, and she yanked herself up off the ground. Clenching her fists, her eyes flashed purple as she reared up and threw a haymaker at Thor's jaw with the force she reserved for punching like...well, Asgardians. "Sorry, but we gotta. You gotta snap out of it!" Thor felt his jaw for a moment. "Fractional human, you honour yourself with that blow. Consider this to be my acknowledgement." He swept out with his hammer, catching her in the midsection and sending her sprawling. Pain exploded as she hit the concrete. Teleporting from space had proven that it wasn't the fall that killed people, but the sudden stop at the end. Apparently today she was going to get the refresher course. Pulling herself up, Clarice decided she hated fighting demi-gods. Even nice ones were too much. Opening another portal, she sent Thor away, though not too far, she needed him to stop or at least, be distracted, not end up on the other side of the world and cause more havoc. There. Let him come back from that. Molly was a little winded as she ran over to check on Clarice. "Dude, you okay?" she said, reaching her hand out to help her up. "Sorry about the mini splat. I didn't think he'd hit you with his hammer! I mean, I heard Thor can be a jerk sometimes but this is grade A badness," she said. She paused. "Where'd you send him, anyway?" "A couple miles thataway," Clarice cocked a thumb in the correct general direction, "It's not enough to stop him, but....maybe he'll calm down? I really don't want to create an international incident sending him to Timbuktu or something," which she had absolutely done before. Molly made a face. "Yeah, that would suck. Something's really weird with him. He's not normally that grumpy," she said. Their little part of the battle seemed pretty quiet at that moment. She could hear the fighting going on the background, the occasional boom and hiss of a laser and a smash-o-crash. She slipped her hands into her pockets (yeah, her costume had pockets!). "So uh...should we go punch other people now?" "Probably," Clarice agreed, reaching out to teleport them both back closer to the action. |
