Cull Obsidian charged down toward the Odinson, as his father commanded. The hordes of Chitauri were pouring over the ground of Nidavellir like ants, swarming in one of the few civilizations built for Cull's size. It was nice, actually, to engage in indoor combat again. Too often, Cull broke the space around him and wound up outside again. Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive followed after him, charging through the Chitauri and lifting them with them like a wave.

The waves of lightning were getting closer, Cull could see the Odinson carving his way across the horde, destroying horde upon horde. Impressive. A fierce warrior to defeat, Cull roared in anticipation. It had been too long since their father had permitted them to test themselves against worthy foes.

As they grew more distant from Maw, Cull could see the small men that Maw had dispelled were not the only such creatures. Pinpricks of fire were whipping like missiles, bouncing off walls as they pierced three or five or ten Chitauri on one pass and coming back for another. Cull caught on as it launched towards him and reached his hand to crush it.

The heat upon his hand was fierce and there was a convulsive expansion within Cull's hand. He tried to hold his hand closed but it was no use, the crushed man expanded into full size, still alive and breathing. Cull hurled him up against a wall and barked, "Hold him!" to the Chitauri around him. They leapt to his command, but soon found themselves pierced through by more of the unshrunken one's companions.

Cull looked back to Proxima, who shook her head and then nodded toward the Odinson. Yes, they had to focus. Cull resumed a full speed charge, closing toward the Odinson, who had cleared a remarkable amount of territory. Then a burst of energy, rippling like a tide, threw Cull off his stride and he stumbled. He looked around for the cause and saw what appeared to be a bipedal, tetrapod -probably female judging by the presence of mammaries- with an upright spine in a closed suit.

"Good job, Daisy," another voice said. Cull looked for the voice – This place was too damn dark. A black clad man with a shield of red and blue emblazoned with a star was engaged in a fist fight. Cull hurled his ax towards the woman, who managed to duck and blast the ax off course with another wave of force.

Proxima dashed towards 'Daisy', three pronged spear in hand, as Cull yanked his ax back. Soon, Proxima was leaping towards 'Daisy' – But then a red whip curled around her neck like fire and began to close. Cull followed the line of the red whip back to another of the species in a red cloak. This one was, thankfully, unarmored. Cull hurled his ax towards the man, but a portal of fire opened in the air and swallowed his ax, closing again and breaking its chain.

Cull roared in fury. This was insane. These Earthers should not have been able to stop them. Cull glanced back toward the Odinson and the hail of fiery, tiny men. He had to focus now, if he was to kill the Odinson as his father commanded. They had to act quickly – The line of Odin was powerful and it was immanently possible that they would not be able to defeat these earthers with their aid. Cull gave his sister one last glance, melancholy to leave her to these monsters' mercy and barreled toward the Odinson.

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This time, he nearly closed the distance, he reached out his hand to grab the head of the Odinson and plow it into the ground. He could feel victory coming as he did so – But the Odinson had good instincts and ducked just in time, calling his own fearsome ax to him. For a moment, Cull felt his disappointment. If only he had his ax, he was sure he could've gotten the better of the Odinson in that moment.

Then he felt a bolt of lightning to his chest, springing from the Odinson's aura. It tossed him into the line of the fiery small men, where they landed on and pummeled him. Cull struggled to rise, grabbing at them with his hands. He could grab one or two, toss them aside, but too quickly they were replaced by yet more, and more. He looked back at Corvus Glaive, who was now totally surrounded by a swarm of them, batting them off with his spear at a dizzying pace but unable to advance. He looked at Proxima Midnight, kneeling on the ground, barely able to breath, lashed.

Things were not going well for the Black Order. He struggled to stand up. He had to finish the Odinson. Had to demoralize these freakish subjects of Asgard. He struggled to his feet, ignoring the burning in his arms and legs, the pain as they tore skin and muscle to sunder beneath their thousands of degree of heat. He stumbled toward the Odinson.

"Surrender," the Odinson commanded, "And we will grant you mercy."

Cull was too furious to laugh. It was absurd. He was Cull Obsidian, son of Thanos, and he would not leap to serve as a pet of the kings of Asgard. They had taken more than any race had any right. The Odinson would perish here and his empire with him. Cull leapt forward, feeling the rush of fury, as the fires tore away at him. He would kill the Odinson, regardless of the cost.

The Odinson swung his ax into Cull's stomach and split him open. Cull felt the sudden nothingness where his legs should have been and ignored it. He had to focus, had to stay in control. If he could just snap the Odinson's neck, it would all be worth it.

He grabbed Odinson's shoulder as he fell and dragged him to the ground with him, his balance thrown off by the ax blow. They toppled. Cull was dying. He laid his hands around the blond haired man he was fighting only to have his already lightning and fire riddled hands fail him. He commanded his hands to close and they wouldn't.

He would be dead in moments he just had to – had to snap-

But his last thought was that he couldn't.