One of the Men

[Thor]

Thor's head spun and he fell to the ground with a thud. He looked at the sidelines, but Loki was gone. Thor lifted himself up off the ground, rubbing his jaw. Time to focus. He didn't want Red to think he was lacking as a warrior.

"That blow was well landed." Thor charged forward. "Let me return the favor!" Again the Red Hood stepped out of the way. Again Thor stumbled and turned but now he fought with the true Asgardian spirit. Each swing of his fist thrown with complete disregard to the safety of it's owner. So fervent and reckless were the strikes that instead of making it easier for his more skillful opponent to gain advantage, Red was forced to play defensively. Dodging the moves he could predict and blocking those that caught him almost off guard. Red could not take much more of this. Even blocked Thor's punches rattled the fallen vigilantly and dodging so many attack was starting to tire him out. Then Thor did something Red had not expected. Punch after punch had allowed Red to get into a sort of rhythm. Dodge then block then dodge again. So when Thor forsook his fist for a spartan kick to Red's chest, Red was completely unprepared to catch it. Red's arms came up in a standard block as the powerful limb of the Asgardian connected. Red flew almost a meter backward before hitting ground.

"For Asgard!" Thor shouted, walking across the field one arm raised. To Red it probably looked vaguely reminiscent of a pro wrestler getting the crowd pumped after one of their signature finishers.