The Rise Of A Porter

The sound of the bullet was something the elves were going to remember for the rest of their lives. Even Thor's thunder was nothing compared to the noise made by the gunshot. Just one shot made it feel like Alfheim was shaking right from its core.

The clouds that had been looming over the planet signalling Thor's arrival and strength were now nowhere to be seen. However, a single line was visible in the sky. It was the trail left behind by the god-slaying bullet that even made the storm clouds dissipate as if they were afraid to be caught in its line of fire.

Everyone was looking at Arnold in disbelief. Even Lorcan was having a hard time believing what he was seeing, even though he knew something like that would happen inevitably. As for Arnold's summons, this result was well within their expectations, even though it seemed a bit too easy.

All of them had somewhat declared Arnold to be the winner. All, but Talos and Heimdall. Prior to their battle, Talos had asked Heimdall about everything he could remember about Thor and judging by the things he had learnt about Thor from Heimdall, Thor wasn't someone who would get defeated so easily.

He was the prince of Asgard for a reason and a single bullet was not enough to bring the god down. Hell, a single bullet did not manage to take down the world tree then how the fck was something like that strong enough to kill Thor?

As for Arnold, well, he was safe and sound. Thanks to his armour being resistant to the radiation. However, the shockwave released due to the contact between the bullet and Thor ended up knocking him away as well.

'Damn it...' Arnold thought to himself as the storm clouds began gathering over him once again, 'I should have gotten rid of the hammer first.'

As if Heimdall and Talos were reading a script for a movie, suddenly something fell towards Arnold from the skies. It took a moment for them to recognise exactly what it was. As much as they had wanted Thor to have died, he had survived thanks to his quick thinking when it came to fighting.

Thor landed back on the ground with a thunderous bang. He was covered in his own blood from the head to the toe, yet he looked even more fierce than he did previously. As if he was trying to prove the saying, 'an injured lion is the most dangerous one'.

Arnold looked at the hammer and realised what had happened there. As soon as he fired the bullet at him, Thor's godly reflexes kicked in and he brought Mjolnir forward to block the bullet. However, the power behind the bullet was so strong that he was sent flying into the sky.

Thus, Arnold's god slaying bullet never managed to hit him. It hit the hammer and exploded, resulting in Thor's injuries. It was evident that this happened because there was quite a big dent in Thor's hammer with its edges being chipped away.

Arnold was the first living creature to have ever so much as put a dent on the mighty hammer since the dwarves stopped shaping it up.

"You bastard..." Thor growled in a low voice, "You dare to take away the woman most precious to me and then try to kill me too?"

"What else am I supposed to do?" Arnold replied as he got back to his feet as well, "If a dog chases to bite your leg off, do you kick him away or let him do as it pleases?"

Thor did not like the analogy Arnold used. That bastard was trying to indirectly call him a dog. However, rather than getting angry, Thor ended up smiling. There were quite a lot of things similar between the two of them.

Their fighting styles were different, yet their ability to mick their enemy no matter how grim the situation was pretty much the same.

'If it wasn't for what this fool had done, we would have been quite a decent pair of battle brothers.' Thor thought and his smile faded away bit by bit.

Arnold was someone whom Thor used to support while the former was still a human. But now, things had changed drastically. He was now standing against Arnold, all for Sif... As the thought of her entered his mind, Thor lost it all over again.

Rage and anger were the only emotions he could feel. Arnold knew exactly what the gd was going through and decided to take advantage of the situation. Anger and rage were known to cloud one's mind, Arnold had experienced it first-hand.

"Enraged about the loss of someone you loved? Well, so am I."

That's all Arnold said before lunging towards Thor. The latter was injured and tired at the same time, while Arnold was in a much better condition than him. Also, with Mjolnir out of commission, Arnold did not have to think much before jumping in to engage Thor in hand-to-hand combat.

Thor did not hold back either. He knew he had to give it his all if he was to have even the slightest chance in defeating Arnold in his current state. He was a gid who had never backed down from a challenge even if he knew death was certain and this happened to be one of such moments.

The two began exchanging fists with the intent to kill each other. None of them was holding back and as a result, the landscape of Alfheim was changing rapidly. The battle was getting so fierce that Talos had to order the summons to take the elves somewhere safer which they did.

Aas all of them left, only Talos and Heimdall were left behind as they wanted to see how the fight ended between the two gods.

"Both of them have gone crazy," Heimdall mumbled with a sad smile on his face.

"Good to know I'm not the only one who thinks that," Talos replied.

None of them was using anything apart from their limbs to attack each other. There was no tactic behind their attacks and no extraordinary manoeuvre. If it wasn't for the destruction the two of them were causing, one would have said they were not fighting for real, but just playing around.

However, Talos and Heimdall were not the only ones watching the battle among the two of them. Every single god had their eyes on the event as well.. It was the first time they had seen Thor give in to his rage and let it propel him to fight against Arnold.