Tony hit him full-force, repulsors blazing, driving the Asgardian straight through an ancient oak. The tree shattered like straw under a truck, exploding into splinters as both of them rolled down the slope.
Thor recovered first, boots digging into the dirt as he skidded to a halt. He rose with that unmistakable storm-charged glare, cape snapping behind him.
Tony hovered above him, repulsors aimed.
"Last time I checked, kidnapping wasn't part of diplomatic family visits."
Thor answered with exactly zero hesitation.
He hurled Mjolnir.
The hammer hit Tony's chest like a freight train.
CRACK—WHAM—
Tony flew backward, armor sparking as he smashed through two more trees before stabilizing himself mid-air.
"Okay—rude," Tony muttered, recalibrating.
Thor lifted Mjolnir again, eyes glowing faintly with lightning.
"You dare interfere with Asgardian matters, metal man?"
Tony didn't bother responding with words — he fired a full-powered repulsor blast.
The beam slammed into Thor's chest and pushed him back several feet, boots carving trenches in the soil. Thor looked down at the smoking spot on his armor… then looked up with an expression that clearly said: That's it?
Lightning crackled around his arm.
Tony's eyes widened. "Oh, that's not good—"
Thor brought the hammer down.
A pillar of raw lightning struck Tony head-on, swallowing him in blinding white light. Sensors screamed inside the suit as power levels spiked, alarms blaring.
Tony gritted his teeth. "Alright—new plan."
He diverted the excess charge through the suit, catching the lightning and redirecting it. The repulsors surged, overloaded — but Tony used the momentum to launch himself straight at Thor like a missile.
They collided in the air, crashing through another cluster of trees before hitting the ground hard enough to shake the hillside.
Tony recovered quickly, pinning Thor with both repulsors pressed to his chestplate.
"Listen, Fabio—put the hammer down and we can talk—"
Thor simply head-butted him.
Tony's HUD flickered. "Ow—okay, that's cheating."
Thor grabbed Tony by the arm and threw him — effortlessly — sending the billionaire tumbling across the clearing like a skipping stone.
Tony rolled, thrusters flaring as he stabilized in a crouch.
"Alright. You wanna play rough?"
Tony's repulsors burned white-hot, charging at maximum output.
Thor answered with a crack of lightning that split the night sky open, illuminating everything in blinding gold.
When the two forces collided—
KRAKOOM—!
A shockwave blasted outward in a perfect expanding ring, flattening bushes, rattling branches, and sending loose dirt sailing into the air.
The light wasn't just bright — it was massive, a raw surge of energy where science met divinity head-on.
Tony's suit heeled into the ground, repulsors screaming with strain as he pushed forward. His thrusters fired at full force, flames streaking behind him as the suit strained against the pressure.
Thor braced as well, lightning surging from his shoulders down into the hammer, grounding itself with explosive ripples of electricity.
Between them was a sphere of sizzling energy — lightning twisting and spiraling around the repulsor beam, the two forces wrapping around each other like fighting serpents.
Luke had been enjoying the spectacle from his perch — honestly, it felt like watching a live-action Avengers Assemble scene with VIP tickets.
But the power output was getting a little too ridiculous.
"Yeah... it's time to step in before the forest turned into a crater."
He dropped down between them, landing right at the center of the swirling storm.
The moment his boots touched the ground, the unstable mass of mixed lightning and repulsor energy flared — a bright, expanding sphere crackling with enough power to vaporize anything nearby.
Luke lifted one hand, fingers closing as if gripping something invisible.
His telekinesis surged outward.
The chaotic sphere froze mid-expansion, as if someone had pressed pause on reality. Lightning twisted around his arm like captured snakes, and the repulsor beam folded in on itself, compressed by sheer force.
Tony and Thor were both blasted backward from the sudden energy stop — Tony skidded across the dirt in a shower of sparks, and Thor staggered several steps, boots carving deep grooves into the earth.
The energy sphere struggled violently for a moment… then Luke clenched his fist.
WHUMPH—
The entire unstable mass collapsed inward, shrinking from a raging chaos-ball to a tight, glowing core the size of a baseball. Another squeeze — and it vanished completely, dispersed into harmless light.
"Ouch," Luke muttered, shaking his hand. Even with telekinesis, mana barrier, and stone skin layered together, that unstable lightning–repulsor clash still bit through.
Not that it mattered — the burn healed in a second.
He exhaled, looked at Thor and Tony, and spoke calmly
"Now you two stop fighting… and listen. Or else."
The shift in his tone was enough to make both pause, but Luke didn't leave it there.
A magic circle bloomed above them — massive, rotating, carved with flowing fire runes. Heat spilled out instantly, warping the air like a furnace opening.
Flames surged.
Two enormous wings burst through first, beating hard enough to scatter burning embers through the trees. Then the rest of the creature pulled free — a towering western dragon made entirely of fire, its molten scales shifting like living magma.
When it landed, the ground shook.
And then—
ROOOAAARRRRRR!!
The sound tore through the forest like a shockwave.
Luke pointed at the dragon casually.
"Fight that thing."
The dragon lowered its head, growling deeply as liquid fire dripped from its jaws and sizzled against the dirt.
This was Luke's second high-level Fire Skill — Breath of the Dragon. A technique that summoned a fire dragon capable of burning anything to ash with a single breath.