As blade meets hammer, for hours on end, neither warrior is willing to give an inch. The sounds of their battle echoes throughout the land; no words are spoken, for none are needed. These men, these Gods relish the violence and clamour of war, both feel most alive when at their most destructive.
Blow by blow the combatants counter one another. Kratos’ savagery is matched by Thor’s strength and experience. Their conflict seems endless, their strategies exhausted until the Spartan pulls one final ace from his sleeve and summons the army of Hades.
The ground heaves and swells until finally the damned souls of warriors past burst underfoot; their swords and cries of woe overwhelm the God of Thunder as they strike at the very heart of his being. They attack his body and mind, their fear and pain is set loose upon his metaphysical form - they stab at his soul. This once mighty Avenger is brought to his knees, his hammer Mjolnir has been ripped from his grasp, but he is not beaten. As the barrage from the dead tapers off, Thor Odinson rises to his feet, and with arms outstretched calls forth the power of the storm. The sky clouds over and darkness grips the land; deafening winds force Kratos backwards as he struggle against them. He has witnessed the rage of the gods before but never has he seen one with a fiery anger that could match his own.
“You are truly a great warrior, Kratos of Sparta,” Thor says looking skyward, “but your time on Midgard is at an end…Valhalla waits for you.”
So with that final promise Thor splits the sky with lightening so fierce and brilliant that Kratos has no hope of defending himself. He cries out to Ares but his saviour will not come. Again and again Thor pounds the Greek with the fury of the storm. Soon enough, Kratos is down; Thor approaches, mystical hammer once again in his hand. With a final arcing blow Kratos is defeated and an eerie calm settles across the land.