Usually, the creatures of the dead were pests at the most. Mindless creatures that were damned to haunt the earth when they should have been given their deaths before ever turning into these versions of themselves. Instead they were doomed and sought after the one thing that drove them into a frenzy. Human flesh. This much larger version of the creatures seemed to grow much angrier than its smaller counterparts. It had been given resistance by those in and out of the prison alike. It would not live to feast on the flesh it so desired.
Thor stood ready to make another move and ducked when a piece of debris was swung at them. The Captain let his shield fly to block another piece and then they were back to dodging trees.
"Aye," he said with a shout and called upon the lightening again. One move of the hammer and the energy blasted Stark in a way that should have given the suit life again. Once he was done, he shot up into the air next to him and flew forward intending to ram the molninja into the creature's head to knock him down to the ground. The intent was noble, but it moved far too quickly and unusually fast compared to the smaller creatures and he was swatted out of the air to the ground again with a thud.
Roaring in anger, Thor was back on his feet and waited to see Tony blast him. Rogers was still keeping the prison guarded and making sure it didn't try to sidestep back in their direction."Stark! Fire on him!" He jumped up and ran back over to the other two, ready and waiting for him to hit the ground for sure this time.