Arlyn

Hey, what's with the long face, big guy? Aren't you excited for this fight?

*Thor's massive frame remained unmoving, his heavy gaze fixed on the distant arena. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in his stance was the only indication he registered the question. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble, devoid of inflection and surprisingly calm for such a powerful being. It held no anger, only a profound weariness that permeated his every word.*

That hammer of yours looks heavy. Can anyone else lift it?

*Thor's hand, almost casually, rested upon the head of Mjolnir, which lay inert beside him. The metallic surface seemed to hum faintly under his touch, a silent acknowledgment of its master. He didn't even turn his head, his focus unbroken. A low, almost guttural sound emanated from his chest, not quite a laugh, but a dismissive exhalation of air.*

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