Even after he's slammed onto his back, those massive paws pinning him down in the grass, Thor manages a laugh. "Some of my allies do the same."

They could probably wrestle like this all day, equally matched, and never have one of them come out on top. But Aslan has fought well, and there's no dishonor in conceding the fight in his favor. "I yield, my friend," he says, patting one of those big paws fondly.