City lights

[Thor]

As Thor flew through the air, higher and higher looking for a suitable roof on which to land, some of his own words range in his ears.

I think he has summoned us here to fight for his entertainment.

It rang of truth and yet he could not shake the feeling that he was forgetting something. His mind wandered to a story his father used to tell him when he was a child. Valhalla. Resting place of those who die well. For those who die in a blaze of glory the battle is never over. They could fight to their heart's content and when an enemy finally slue them they would return to fight again. Thor tried to think what the last thing he could remember before being pulled to this place by Omni. Had he slain the Dark Elf king or had he died trying? He was no longer sure. Perhaps he had died in that fight. It all made sense. Here anything he desired could be his with the simple want of his thought, and he had already experienced death and rebirth here. This was Valhalla! This was his reward! He would enjoy it. Thor noticed that his new comrade had begun to speak.

...coming we need to find a computer of sorts, or a library. That or some how get one of those idiots by themselves to question them. I'm not sure who our enemy is but running around fighting the armored fools for hours is counter productive.

Thor shook his head. Now that he new what this place was it made this all much easier. He looked at the Red Hood and smiled. "If that is your plan, then lead on warrior of the red helm. I will aid you in your search."