It takes Thor a little longer than he'd anticipated to extract his arm, and by the time he sees the titan's hand heading his way, there's little time to think about his next move. It's either move, or be swatted off like an annoying insect. He shoves off, reaching out to grapple with Prometheus's thumb, intent on striking at the sensitive web between thumb and forefinger.

But then those giant fingers curl closed around him, pinning him in place, unable to move or fight-

Enclosed by metal, trapped, he watches as another Titan lifts his brother by the throat...

Driven by instinct, faster than conscious thought, electricity sparks across Thor's body, bright blue leaders that snap at exposed flesh and burrow in like a striking snake. For just a moment, the rules are forgotten entirely, their game a distant thought beneath the sudden overwhelming need to escape.