Thor walked through the pouring rain toward the atomic wolfman. The beast, curled up into a ball on the brick plaza, appeared to have tuckered itself out playing and dancing and singing and was now taking a nap.
Thor turned around to face Catrina and Judy and said, “You do realize that this thing hasn’t actually done anything wrong, right? It just defended itself from a group of people trying to murder it.”
“We also tortured it,” said Judy. “And we called it’s momma a ho!”
Thor raised an eyebrow.
“Why would you…”
“Turn around, Thor,” said Catrina.
Thor lowered his eyebrow and did as instructed. He saw nothing but heaving fur.
The super-werewolf was towering over him and snarling, with claws out and sharp, pointy teeth exposed.
Thor wasn’t an expert regarding animals by any means, but he assumed this is what a creature looked like when it had decided it was going to eat you.
“Well,” he said, “this certainly makes things easier.”
Thor looked at the hammer in his hand again.
“Morally, anyway.”
The werewolf swatted at Thor and he jumped back, its claws just inches from his chin. Thor swung the hammer will all his might and connected with the beast’s face. It tilted its head and looked at him kinda funny. Then it backhanded him across the plaza.
Thor lifted himself onto his elbows just in time to see the monster lunging at him. He threw himself out of the way, the beast shattering the bricks it landed upon. The wolfman turned quickly and kicked, connecting with Thor’s chest and sending him back to the other side of the plaza.
Thor hit the pavement hard. He began to pick himself up from the ground, but was immediately tackled by the werewolf.
The beast took a few chunks of flesh from Thor’s left arm before Thor kicked the wolfman in the throat. It reeled up slightly. Thor, lying on his back, kicked it in the face. The wolfman fell backwards, rolling to the middle of the plaza. Its claws skittered against the bricks briefly before it regained its footing and readied itself to pounce.
Thor, dizzy, staggering, and bleeding profusely, sized up the bleary atomo-wolf opposite him. It was bigger than him, stronger than him, and hairier than him. Thor figured he was a little less than three seconds away from violently being turned into confetti and/or salsa, depending on what the wolf did with his remains. Not really seeing any alternative, Thor shrugged, winced, and then threw the hammer at the atomic wolfman.
In the same instant the hammer hit the creature’s snout, the werewolf was struck by lightning.
Thor looked on incredulously.
“What the fuck?”