"Clang—"
A sharp metallic ring shot through the air as Vostagg's giant axe struck the Destroyer's arm.
But the axe left no mark at all.
"Boom—!"
A muffled crash followed. The moment after contact, Vostagg was blasted away like a fired cannonball, smashing straight through a wall and crashing into a house in the town.
"Continue."
Fandral glanced at Schiffer. After years of fighting together, the three warriors and Schiffer could exchange plans with only their eyes. Schiffer immediately nodded.
"Alright." Fandral then turned to Hogan, who also answered the silent cue with a nod.
Their battle plan flowed wordlessly between them.
Fandral leaned back, slid sideways, raising dust with his boots as he halted his previous momentum.
"Hogan!" Fandral shouted. He planted his sword into the ground beside him, clasped his hands in front of his abdomen, bracing.
"I'm coming!" Hogan answered loudly. He accelerated, stepped onto Fandral's cupped hands—
"Drink!" Fandral roared, the veins in his arms bulging as he hurled Hogan upward.
Hogan flipped his broadsword into position, pointing the blade directly at the Destroyer as he flew.
With Fandral's throw adding force to Hogan's own speed, Hogan shot forward like a bullet.
But what greeted him was the Destroyer's icy, brutal punch.
"Boom!"
In Asgard, on the golden throne, Loki watched the scene through the Destroyer's sight. A cruel, mocking smile twisted his face as Hogan was sent hurtling away, just like Vostagg before him.
Two punches. Two warriors down.
But the Destroyer was far from finished.
The moment after its strike, a figure sprang upward—Schiffer.
"Slash—"
A tearing sound cut through the battlefield as her blade pierced the Destroyer's armor, carving a hole into the metal plating.
Harry narrowed his eyes, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. Clearly, he had seen something interesting.
"So that's the so-called divine power…" he murmured.
Under Harry's sharpened senses, a faint golden energy shimmered along Schiffer's blade. The same type of power he had felt once before—on Loki. But unlike the cold, dense force within Loki, Schiffer's was much lighter, thinner, and far less overwhelming.
Schiffer drove her blade deep.
The Destroyer toppled backward, crashing into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Hah—" Schiffer exhaled sharply, pulling her sword free. She flipped down lightly, noticing that the Destroyer's red glow had vanished. Loki had withdrawn control. Relief bloomed in her expression.
"It wasn't that hard after all." Schiffer twirled her sword and walked toward Fandral with a confident smile.
At that moment, Harry felt a familiar aura rushing toward them. Curious, he turned to look.
"Schiffer! Get away from there!"
Thor had somehow returned already, shouting in panic.
"What? I already disabled it—run!"
Schiffer turned back toward the fallen armor, only to freeze. Her expression changed instantly.
"Krrrk—!"
Metal ground against metal as the Destroyer's armor abruptly reactivated. Light surged back into its body. Heavy palms pressed into the earth as the visor rotated, its torso twisting unnaturally, recovering almost instantly.
"Vmmm—"
The mask opened again—locking onto Schiffer mid-stride.
Beneath the hollow visor, molten red light condensed, far stronger than before.
"Harry!" Thor's voice cracked with desperation. He had no power, no way to stop it. Asking Harry for help was his only choice.
"Of course." Harry flashed him a grin.
He raised both his hands—streams of electricity ripped out of nearby machinery, surging into his palms.
Blue light gathered, swelled, hissed, crackled, exploded outward in sparks.
"This is…?" Thor stared wide-eyed at the familiar power in Harry's hands.
"Electricity," Harry said lightly. Then he thrust both hands forward.
"Crackle—"
The river of lightning blasted at subsonic speed into the Destroyer, slamming it off its feet and dragging it across the ground.
The armor skidded violently, burying itself in the dirt.
But it wasn't damaged.
Sparks crawled across its body as it twisted back into shape.
"Get out of here—!"
Harry moved immediately, sprinting to Schiffer's side. He paused only long enough to speak, then dashed straight back toward the Destroyer.
"Boom—thump—thump—"
The ground vibrated as the Destroyer charged at Harry like a living tank.
"Mortal! Insect!"
Loki snarled from the throne, staring through the Destroyer's eyes.
The Destroyer's fist lunged for Harry. Harry dodged, the massive blow smashing into the earth and carving a wide crater.
Harry flipped upward, landed lightly, then coiled. Power surged through him—he silently activated Infinite Rage.
His body shot forward like a spear, both legs snapping out in a brutal kick.
"BOOM!"
The Destroyer was launched backward, actually airborne for a moment before crashing down heavily.
"Cough—cough—"
Harry floated above the dust cloud, covering his nose with one hand while waving the debris away with the other.
"So strong…"
Schiffer had been knocked down earlier and now stared up at Harry in disbelief. She had never imagined the slender, youthful-looking Harry could possess such overwhelming strength.
Using his mental power like a breeze, Harry swept over the Destroyer's body, then descended.
"Miss Schiffer, let's step back first."
Harry extended a hand.
Schiffer instinctively grasped it, letting him pull her to her feet.
"Harry, you're incredible!" Thor ran over, shocked.
"Mm." Harry smiled lightly at him.
"Thor, behind you!"
Schiffer's pupils contracted. She tore free from Harry's hand and sprinted toward Thor.
Behind Thor—
through the settling dust—
A massive metal hand stretched toward him.
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