Unlike certain allies of his, Thor doesn't exactly possess catlike reflexes, so his sudden freedom damn near ends with him landing on his head, managing to tuck into a roll at the last second and leaving a bit of a dent in the earth where he hit. What he lacks in grace he makes up for in resilience, however, and pops back up onto his feet in short order looking dirtied and mussed, but grinning broadly.

And most importantly, still inside the ring.

"You have to be quicker than that," he calls up to his giant friend, though the bravado is at least partly meant to cover the fact that he's having to reassess his attack strategy. Either Thor needs to be faster to maneuver himself out of reach in time to land a more significant blow, or he needs to find a more easily accessible weak spot to exploit. Hmm. Or evade him long enough to tire him out, perhaps?

Whatever he's going to do, he'd better decide fast, shouldn't he? Before Prometheus decides for him.