CRAAASH!!!
The clock tower's iron door exploded outward.
Thor crashed through it like a cannonball, her body ragdolling through the air with an unstoppable. She hit the far wall, shattered through it, and kept going. Brick and mortar exploded around her as she plowed through a second wall, then a third, then a fourth.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of breaking and being broken, she rolled to a stop somewhere in one of the halls. Her warhammer struck the ground, sizzling with the last remnants of her lightning.
Thor groaned, blood dripping down her lips.
Her body was a ruin.
Her left arm hung at an unnatural angle, it was likely her shoulder had dislocated from the impact. Her ribs screamed with every breath—three, maybe four of them were cracked.
A gash above her right eye poured blood down her face, mixing with the sweat and grime. Her armor, once gleaming silver and blue, was now dented, scorched, and cracked in a dozen places.
