1×1 with _Sherlock_

[_Sherlock_]

Thor choked, eyes regaining their natural tint as he lost concentration. When respiring, the crucial first step is to breathe in (technically it isn't, it's like the seventh and it requires many different steps in itself but anyway) - rather difficult when their is a very heavy elf sat on your chest with black...stuff coming from his hands. Gagging a curse, Thor twisted onto his side to try and topple Malekith from his position while desperately grabbing for Mjolnir.

The Kurse ran forward, or at least what they thought was forward in their disoriented state. Pile ups occurred, spikes were thrust into other Kurse and collective war-cries turned into a full blown civil war. The leader, Kurse 8, stood by watching, a mixture of disgust and annoyance stretching his mangled features as he watched his comrades stabbing and attacking. (Basically like the church scene in Kingsman. My descriptions aren't working at the moment)

[Darkanra]

Malekith tightened the tendrils, the cocoon starting to crush Thor. The Elf jumped off the God, the Aether curling up Thor's face.

Loki raised his eyebrows at Kurse 8.
"Armies these days. Can't get anywhere with them."
The wolves huffed in agreement.

[_Sherlock_]

Kurse 8 shrugged wordlessly before watching his second-in-command throw hurl two other Kurse over his head and towards Loki. At least he had made the right choice about his strength.

Thor gritted his teeth and back-handed Malekith with Mjolnir.

[Darkanra]

Loki ducked and the two Kurse sailed over his head by an inch. Three wolves behind him fell on the pair.
"Rude."
Loki flicked a finger and a couple of small pebbles near Kurse 8's feet turned into an army of red fire ants. They swarmed towards the Kurse. Loki smiled. They would find chinks where a dagger could not.

(Malekith jumped off. I thought Thor was on the ground?))

[_Sherlock_]

(He is, he grabbed Mjolnir on the floor. I forgot about Malekith)

Kurse 8 jerked in surprise, hopping from one foot to another in almost comically trepidation as the fire ants climbed higher. When they got to his waist he started batting at them, arms making whirlwinds as he flailed. Bites started decorating his skin under his armour and blood started trickling down his legs.

Thor landed on his front, as his wild backhand hit nothing but air. He tried to get to his feet but gave up after his arms started shaking and he retched from the black Aether fog surrounding him.

[Darkanra]

Loki smirked. It wad amusing to see the Kurse dance. From behind the God, the three wolves returned, their muzzles dripping with fresh blood.

Malekith pulled the Aether back, and it disappeared. However, he poured more energy into the tornado surrounding him and Thor. The black sand seemed not to touch the Dark Elf, changing course as not to harm him.

[_Sherlock_]

Thor started seeing double, he gasped and chocked. The buffeting from the tornado Aether 'woke him up' slightly. After all, he was Thor, God of Thunder carrying Mjolnir. The mighty Thor staggered like a toddler who'd discovered vodka as he got to his feet and called the biggest bolt of lightning he could. He the huge bolt fell he passed out. Time started again.

Kurse 8 kept dancing.

[Darkanra]

Loki facepalmed.
"Great, Thor's passed out again. Anyone else seeing why he's called the mighty thunderer? He snores like nobody's business."
Loki grumbled to himself. He focused on the Aether's energy, trying to see a pattern, or source of power he could obstruct. He found none.
Then the only was to stop Malekith, is to get the Aether away from him.
Loki turned from Kurse 8 and the pathetic excuse for an army and began running towards Malekith and Thor. Three of five wolves accompanied him; two stayed to watch the army.

[_Sherlock_]

The army continued. They had somehow split into 1-on-1 fights, the winners seemed to calm down and stop fighting. Eventually, only the winners were remaining and they were all staring intently at their leader; Kurse 8, however was, by now, a mass of red bites and screams. With that impressive display of leadership the army's gaze focused as one onto the only target in range - the two wolves.

[Darkanra]

((Merry Christmas, Sherlocky! ))

Loki crouched beside his brother, annoyance on his face. Yep, he was out. Loki cursed and stood up to face Malekith who was smiling slightly.
"See how even the almighty Thor falls by my hand? You are next, little trickster."
"If I fall by anyone's hand, it'll be none other than my own." Loki retorted, face twisted with the hate he usually reserved for Thor and Odin. Malekith was really starting to irk the God of Mischief. Malekith snarled and lunged for Loki.

The two wolves were joined by the other three, and they stood shoulder to shoulder; the wolves being as large as your average horse meant the wall was pretty intimidating. They growled menacingly, drool hanging from their dagger-toothed jaws.