POWER: A Tale of Greatness

CHAPTER 7

"God of Thunder..." Sharp bolts of lightning hit Thor several times, greatly increasing his power, to the point that his eyes start to glow. "Lightning Chains of Valhalla!" Tens of lightnings struck Thor's hands multiple times and then pulled the sharp bolts of light.

Thor quickly pinned his feet on the carriage's roof.

"Stop!" He exclaimed as he tried to pull the train.

A loud metallic screeching echoes beneath Thor's feet as he tries to slow the raging train down, but to his surprise, nothing happens. Accidentally, Thor's foot gets pulled out of the roof and he gets pulled up in the air.

"No! You would not!"

Thor pulled himself together and leaned his torso forward, still holding the bolts of lightning, he used another technique.

"Thunder Crash!"

His body dashed forward and crashed into his legs, pinning down the roof much deeper.

"Iron Press!"

Thor's body hardens, making his legs hook on the train roof. However, as a consequence, his wounds began to shed more and more. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, mixing with the blood drenched on his face.

"I must not fall, I must collect myself together and put a stop to this raging beast!"

Thor heaves his arms forward, pulling the chains of lightning out of the sky, crashing down onto the earth, anchoring the train back, but the weight is not enough to even decelerate the train.

Deep, consecutive series of breathing lay beneath Thor's grunts.

"Graaahhhhhhh!"

The God of Thunder flung the chains forward, piercing through the canyon wall that the train had just passed through. Although he remains unmoved, the chains weren't anchored deeply enough to stop the train and scraped through the canyon walls, leaving reddish rocks and rust to cover their back sections of the train.

"This is no good..."

"...I must act in haste!"

...

The loud crackling thunder woke Bulls back to consciousness.

Before he could open his eyes, the sharp, unbearable pain and the throbbing enveloped his whole body, pain that no regular human could ever bear, the blast itself can be fatal enough.

"Damn... madly... hurts...!"

Continuous gusts of wind enter the carriage, sometimes accompanied by wood and debris from the ruined carriages in front of them. Everything around him spins uncontrollably, his skin feels like hundreds of burning needles are piercing him all at once, and he can feel it, his spine was hit by something earlier.

Even though his will remained still, his body refused to synchronize with it.

He slowly opened his eyes, blurred and the left one's bruised, "Did I... fall asleep?" He murmured as he moved his hand to reach for his face.

"Wet... blood?"

He raised his hand and stared at it with a blank face.

"Hurts... like..." he sighed, his heart beating faster, he can hear the air coming in and out of his body, and he can hear his muscles as they gradually heal up. Then, he heard Thor's exclamations, "Graaaahhhhh! Stop!" loud and in pain, his sleepy eye looked for him until he found him above, continuously pulling, even as his blood continued to shed from his wounds.

"I... gotta... do... some... thing."

Bulls carefully sat down on the floor, his body was in a very bad state, weakened and at its worst, but still, he pushed himself to his limits.