Pansy Gits!

[Thor]

Thor looked at the soldier he had just killed. His helmet dented inward from the blow that had ended his life. He looked around the vast whiteness that surrounded, and at the other mangled corpses of the clones that laid around them. The majority of them were obviously the Ork's kills but he could see that a sizable number had fallen to his hammer as well. Then the Ork began to speak. Thor could understand most of the words themselves, however, when added togerther the Ork's words were very hard to understand. Thor thought he got the gist of it though. The brute was without his weapon and do to his proven strength in battle saw Thor as a worthy travel companion.

"I am Thor. Son of Odin the All-father, and as you have shown strength and courage in battle I will continue to travel with you until our paths no longer allow for it. Now tell me your name comrade!" Thor spoke with the dignity that is breed into all Asgardians and with the eloquence expected of a prince, but his grip on Mjolnir never loosened. This thing which called comrade was unknown to him, and he did not have Heimdall's judge of character. He would travel with this warrior but he would not depend on him.