His hand grappled for hold on the beast, fingers curling around metal that he banged up and pulled back to reveal insides. A foothold, a handhold, Thor worked his way to the eye before practically hanging there as lighting drew forth from the sky. Thunderheads swirled somewhere above before they boomed and light crackled through the clouds. It coursed down, powerful and overwhelming, to meet with the god before being struck against the body and eye of the Reaper.
"Sif!" Thor called to see her position, sure she would be right there behind him to help him make the final blow. Yet when he glanced over his shoulder she wasn't there. She wasn't anywhere in immediate view, which was odd. Then she heard her. That cry. A startled, terrified, woman's cry.
The man looked down and everything went silent. Everything went black and white despite the vivid color of his cape, the lightning disappearing as his right arm hung at his side. Thor felt as if he had been punched in the gut so hard he'd lost his breath. The sight of her crumbled on the ground covered by those...those abominations of machinery and alien technology. How she even survived falling five stories was a miracle and a gift by their own godly race.
Thor bellowed. It was filled with rage and unrelenting sorrow.
His grip altered on Mjolnir and he swung again at the Reaper with all his might. It started to tilt and tip away from him and Sif, down the street and onto a building. Another swing. Another. Another. The air was thick with static and Thor could hardly control it. He didn't. There was a moment in which lightning struck him from the sky and he howled, grunting in the effort to quell it. No. No! He could not have this. His nightmares were filled with that vision Wanda had cursed him--gifted him--with. The vision he had seen so much clearer in the Waters. Death. All of that lightning out of his control. The mass of destruction at his own hand. His power was too great even for his mighty self and he knew it. It terrified him.
In this moment what terrified him more than that, however, was losing his best friend.
The black tar shattered underneath Thor's feet as he hit the ground roughly five yards away from Sif. He threw Mjolnir in her direction and it cleared some of the swarm away. His hands pulled off others, throwing them and ripping them apart. Thor's energy and fighting spirit seemed renewed but it was not out of a positive, optimistic spin. It was for life or death for this woman. He threw another Husk away and Mjolnir returned, thrashing two more in the process. Bang. Clang. Thunk. Thor danced in a circle around Sif, turning and spinning until he had cleared her free.
Her swords...they'd have to wait. She was more important.
Bowing down he stooped at her side then picked her up in both arms. He would carry her through the Valley of Death if he had to, until he couldn't move another step. And so he did. His eyes were filled with fury as he clutched Sif close and ran, fast as he could with her pressed to his chest, toward the nearest safe place. Thor's voice rang out as he moved. "HELP!" he called, unable to use the stupid phone and carry her at the same time. He just hoped someone heard him.