Dust flies up from the fighting ring as the Titan's hand swoops down in an open-handed slap. His pinky grazes Thor as the deity ducks down, but fails to knock him out of the ring as planned. He pulls back, ready to try again, but like a man swatting a fly, Thor is too fast for him.

He stands up quickly, but not before Thor manages to grab onto a strip of his armored skirt. He laughs, something he would not do in an actual fight, and attempts to brush off the interloper. Careful, Thor, you have two hands coming at you now, not to mention the Titan's hip shimmy as he adds a rhythmless samba to his counterattack.