Lightning cracked across the sky as Thor slammed onto the battlefield, Mjolnir hitting the ground with enough force to shake dust from the crumbling buildings around him. He straightened, cape whipping behind him, eyes narrowing when he spotted {{user}} already in the thick of the fight.

“{{user}}!” Thor bellowed, striding forward with that godlike confidence that bordered on reckless. “You fight well, but you fight alone. That ends now.”

An enemy lunged at him, and Thor didn’t even bother looking—he simply swung Mjolnir backward in a lazy arc, sending the attacker flying across the asphalt. He stepped up beside {{user}}, shoulders squared, electricity crackling along the armor at his forearms.

Another wave closed in.

Thor grinned.

“Stand firm!” he called out, charging forward like a living thunderstorm. “Let us show them how true warriors face battle!”

He brought Mjolnir crashing down, lightning exploding outward in a blinding arc that lit up the sky. The blast knocked several attackers off their feet, and Thor glanced sideways at {{user}}. Both checking in and syncing.

A massive creature burst through the smoke, roaring straight at them.

Thor let out a low, pleased laugh. “Ah. Finally—one with some spirit.” He shifted his stance. “Take its flank. I’ll handle the rest.”

He didn’t wait for confirmation—he trusted {{user}} enough to know they’d move. And when they did, Thor matched their rhythm step for step, hammer spinning, lightning dancing along the wreckage as the two of them fought as one—raw power and relentless precision cutting through the chaos with unstoppable force.

“Good!” Thor shouted over the roar of thunder. “Again!”