The Mighty Thor battles The God Slayer Grog
The Sahara Desert, Egypt
Grog the God Slayer, the towering behemoth, stood on a sand dune. He held in his hand his cobra-headed sceptor. The blazing sun sprawled over the golden sand and over Grog's back and shoulders. His shadow was cast over the dune before him. He had been summoned by Seth, the Egyptian God of Death and Misfortune, and now anxiously awaited his arrival. Although Seth was a smaller being than Grog, Grog knew that if he wanted to, Seth could destroy him in the blink of an eye. He dared not defy or challenge Seth, and he never questioned why Seth had kept him alive. Grog obeyed Seth's every word, so as to stay on Seth's gracious side.
Just then, an almighty CRACK sounded, and a chasm opened up before Grog. The ground trembled as Seth rose from the depths, and floated before Grog. Seth wore a black armour garment. His long white hair flowed down past his shoulders and he was notably missing his right hand. His skin glowed an ominous green as he descended, and silently placed both feet onto the sand.
Without an introduction, Seth boomed, 'Thor has returned to midgard in search of his evil brother Loki. I command you to journey to New York City, in the land of America in search of him. You shall locate Thor, and dispose of him.' Seth now hovered a foot above the sand, 'Now, be gone' he roared, his voice echoed even in the wide open space.
Some time later, on the rooftops of New York City.
The Mighty Thor weaved through the skyline of New York. He swerved and dived, avoiding the skyscrapers and towers all around. He spun his hammer, Mjolnir, faster than the speed of thought and held it tight in his powerful grasp. He soared above the concrete jungle in tight pursuit of his arch-nemesis and half-brother, the cunning Loki.
'You can't run forever, Loki!' cried Thor
'Then hurry up and stop me!' retorted Loki, with a cackle of laughter.
Somewhere across town, there was a thunderous BOOM, as something colossal collided with the earth. Startled, Thor landed on a nearby roof, and gazed into the distance. He saw a dust cloud on the far end of town, and felt an instinct to investigate it.
Thor's concentration was shattered by a blow from Loki's sceptre.
'One second's break of concentration is enough for the god of mischief to take the upper hand!' cackled the robed villain, as he pounced on the dazed Avenger. However, as Loki was almost upon him, Thor swung Mjolnir with the power of all of Asgard, striking the unsuspecting Loki in the abdomen!
'Ughhhh!' wailed the injured immortal as he was thrown back against the concrete building.
Loki writhed around the roof in agony, clutching at where the mighty Thor had struck him with his Uru mallet and strained his lungs as he gasped for breath.
'That should teach you to never assume you have the upper hand over the god of thunder!' said Thor, brashly, with a beaming grin on his face. He twirled his mallet between his fingers, before swinging it violently and leaping into the air to investigate the earlier happenings.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city
Grog crashed onto the street with a thunderous impact. People all around screamed at the sight of the crystal coloured giant and fled in any way they could.
Grog let out a violent roar, and swiped at a speeding car that has attempted to speed past him. He sent it crashing on its side and it burst into flames.
'Come, oh mighty Thor' boomed Grog, 'come and meet the God Slayer!'
Grog ripped lampposts out of the ground as if they were paper, and tossed them at the windows of nearby building. He knew the threat of civilian casualties would be more than enough to coax the thunder god into intervening.
High above, travelling at speeds no mortal will ever reach, Thor surveyed the scene and damage this creature had caused. He watched the giant storm through the streets, terrifying everyone who laid eyes on him. Thor landed on the sidewalk behind Grog, just as the god slayer whirled round to meet him.
'I'm glad you've accepted my challenge, mighty one.' chuckled Grog, tightening his grip on his sceptre.
'I don't know from whence you came, behemoth, but I will surely send you back!' Thor declared, charging at Grog, his crimson cape was whisked up by the wind as he went.
Thor sprung at Grog, wielding his hammer high above him. The sun glinted on the Uru metal as he swung it.
Just as he was about to be crushed, Grog tackled Thor, dodging the hammer as he did so. He speared him to the ground, and pounded him with punches strong enough to shatter a mortal's skull, however, they were but an inconvenience to the immortal.
Thor fought with Grog on the ground, tossing and wrestling to be first on his feet, to gain the upper hand. Just as Thor was stable on his feet, he was dealt his second hard blow to the head. Unlike the one before, however, this blow had superhuman strength behind it. It threw Thor to the ground, his monumental body colliding devastatingly with the earth.
'WHO'S THE MIGHT ONE NOW?' bellowed Grog as he moved in for one more devastating strike.
Thor moaned in pain as he rolled over onto his back. Dazed, his eyes rolled around in their socks, until the found something on one of the rooftops. Thor saw Loki watching from atop a building nearby.
Is this the end of the Mighty Avenger? Or will his half Brother, the god of mischief, come to his senses and save him? Check back soon to find out!