Thor knows he won't be able to track this boy by eye, so he doesn't try, focusing instead on the sound and in the feel of the wind as it whips around him, faster than any tornado his power has ever called forth but much more isolated, like a dust mote in a storm.

The speedster's diversion won't last forever, though, and Thor intensifies his power, glowing brighter as the leaders hungrily crackle from his skin, his single eye flaring brilliant blue-white as he wraps himself in it like a cloak. The strike, when it comes, connects solidly with Thor's armored ribs and shoves him backward, but the lightning lashes out in turn, striking the youngster and blasting him with the power of the god of thunder.

Thor skids across the dirt and grass, digging in his feet, and thrusts out a hand in the direction from which he came, sending a bolt of lightning searing its way across the grass.