The Mighty God of Thunder, Son of Odin (

The trumpeting roar of the creature was the last sound it made before that of its body on the ground. It was a slow fall but the thud was still shaking of the earth underfoot. Blood spread quietly, leaking from the stabbed wounds, and the forest went silent in the monster's death. Not even the wind moved for several seconds as if to mourn the loss and then all was right with the world again.

Thor hurried up toward Katherine, smile on his face, hand reaching out to his right where Mjolnir zoomed with a whir. His left hand then reached out, less Sif or Loki get to her first. "Not bad," her uncle offered with a nod. "But needs work." He grinned further.

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