he didn't mind the first time he died. actually , it was a bit of a relief to be spared from his boredom. the second was even better than the first ― though , he had wished to spend just a moment longer against such a powerful foe. the final blow was never felt , & once again he found himself in a long dark. no light , no sound ; just oblivion.
whatever this was , it felt a bit like someone rousing him from a long , hard sleep. the feeling in his limbs slowly returns , tingling that causes him to twitch his fingers , as though nerves were regrowing in dead flesh. there was a noise finally , a voice that was only vaguely familiar , but not one that could be placed. behind closed lids he sees red ― flesh , blood , but long & flowing like hair. that's right ... he had red hair , didn't he ? lü bu reaches out in an attempt to grab hold , but it slips through his fingers , & like cold rain washing over feverish skin , everything comes back.
the human sits up abruptly from his dead sleep , expression blank , blinking the bleariness from his eyes. alive again , then. gaze lifts , the shape of a red , burning god. thor ... ah , now it all makes sense.
HE WANTS A REMATCH !
lü bu leaps forward & powerful limbs wrap around his opponent's frame , tackling him down to the ground in a sudden assault. but the flying general is smiling , a thunderous laugh escaping before sharp teeth sink into the meat of the god's shoulder. the fight is back on ! / @ragnarot
