The sky turned black as Sköll swallowed the sun. The massive celestial wolf howled—a sound that shattered glaciers and ignited the heavens with solar fire. Solar Chase.
Thor finished his ale. He stood up in his chariot, his goats bleating nervously at the unnatural darkness.
"Bad dog," the Thunder God grunted.
The Hammer
Sköll lunged down from the upper atmosphere, jaws wide enough to crush a mountain range, trailing an aura of scorching heat. Sun Breaker.
Thor didn't dodge or flinch. He tightened his belt, Megingjörð, doubling his already infinite strength, bracing his boots against the floorboards of his chariot.
He spun Mjölnir. The sound was like the universe cracking its knuckles, the air instantly filled with blinding arcs of electricity.
Thunder-Returning Mjölnir.
He threw the hammer.
The weapon flew faster than the celestial wolf could run. It hit Sköll right on his fiery snout with the kinetic force of an exploding star. The sheer impact shockwave rippled across the sky, extinguishing the wolf's flames in an instant.
Sköll yelped, a distinctly undignified sound for a mythic beast, and coughed up the sun in a burst of brilliant light.
"Fetch," Thor laughed, catching the returning hammer as the world brightened again. The giant wolf ran, tail between his legs, sprinting back into the deep cosmos to wait for another day.