Corvus' bones cracked as they started to snap themselves into place. His broken hand already starting to repair itself. But the fact he broke it in the first place was the concerning part. He started to seriously consider that perhaps Thor was right, and that he was a bit too hasty with growing an ego around a title he didn't truly understand.
Nothing better than shattering a dozen different bones to release the error of your ways.
This was a losing battle. One that the enemy had tilted into their terms, but there was also something that was bothering him about it all. However he didn't have time for that. Thor was already starting to clamber to his feet.
However before he could gain his footing, a figure in a maid outfit dropped down onto his back. She slammed her heels into his head in a spectacular drop kick, smashing his face back into the stone.
