One of the Men

[Thor]

Thor felt his friend pummel into him. He was fast, and he knew where to hit, but he was only human. Thor's Asgardian body would not fall to anything less than an actual explosive force, and with his armor on Thor felt almost nothing from his vigilantly ally's attacks. Thor on the other hand was strong enough to crush metal with his bare hands. His attacks weren't deadly without his hammer, but Red still buckled under every solid blow. If Thor could land just a few more blows the fight would be his. If only he could find a way to weaken his opponents mobility. He was to slow and clumsy in comparison to Red to do anything to flashy. Then Thor saw an opening. Red threw one punch too many! Thor caught the fist in his massive hand. He was going to regret taking off that helmet of his. Thor pulled Red toward him with a violent jerk. Thor brought his skull crashing into his opponent's smaller cranium. Thor released his friend and watched him take a wobbly step back. Thor laughed. He took a step forward and swung a backhanded closed fist at his dazed opponents head.