AN: Okay, so here's the thing. I had a bunch of these chapters written, but then once I lost my last computer, I just sort of sat on them and eventually decided I didn't like them. So this is more or less a re-write of what chapter I was going to post before my last computer gave out.

I still don't know if I like it, but I've been sitting on this for a while, and I no longer think I can look at this objectively, now that I no longer have a beta reader.

This chapter is also technically the first half of one chapter, but I decided to cut it half.

Pyrrha

Unstoppable was… that all she could think. Cinder…she was unstoppable. Everything that was thrown at her only slowed her down at best. On her knees, she looked up to see Cinder standing over her.

In all of this, throughout her life, she'd never been pushed like this. Thor and Penny both challenged her, but Cinder was different. Thor and Penny hadn't been nearly as vicious as Cinder, who seemed to revel in strength difference between them. She got the distinct impression that she was being toyed with, which was also new.

Now…here in the end, she thought of her actions, and her one regret was Penny, …and the anguish washed over her again.

She saw the dragon Grimm eyeing them, and there was a malignant intelligence behind those eyes. That scared her, and all these negative emotions, this isn't how she'd imagined it ending.

A thunderclap broke her thoughts, and she looked back to Cinder, smirking at her.

In a flash, however, she was gone. A roar came from the Grimm, and it fell from the tower, and the air was heavy with a static charge, and burning hair.

"Pyrrha?" a small voice came from her left.

"Ruby?" She said, looking to see her friend crest the top of the tower.

Cinder

The lightning was more potent than any dust equivalent she'd ever felt. It felt like it bypassed her aura and hit her dead on. She didn't even remember hitting the ground or also getting to her knees, but her muscles ached, and as she tried to get her barrings, she noticed the charred remains of Atlas hardware and White Fang operatives littered the area. As she shook the cobwebs, the black wisps of dead Grimm caught her eye. Standing up, she swayed on her feet before finding her ground, she noticed that the Dragon…was withered and fading into dust.

This was not right…it wasn't fair…this wasn't how it was supposed to go. Cinder was supposed to win, to get the power she was promised.

Something landed on the ground behind her. She turned to see the figure of a man…her eyes were fogging up again, and she had to blink several times to focus again. Once she saw who it was, she closed her eyes tight and shook her head.

"You're locked up." She said, opening her eyes again to see if the phantom was gone…he wasn't.

"I received a pardon," Thor said, walking forward. He was holding a hammer, not the one he had before, this one was much smaller. He was also dressed in…she didn't know what, silver armor and long red cape, the most striking feature on him was his right eye. It was glowing blue-white, and electricity was arcing out of it.

He didn't say another word but threw the hammer at her. She knew he was strong, but even then, it hit with speed and force she hadn't been ready for, even after bracing herself the attack it felt like getting hit by a train. The sensation was utterly disorientating, the world rolled around her, and at first, she felt no pain initially, but once she lay on the ground, face in the dirt, she felt the pain creep in. Mostly her arms, but her whole body was now shaking.

Putting her arms under herself, she pushed herself up from the ground, only to feel a boot stomp on her back, pushing her face into the dirt again. A moment later, she felt it under her ribcage, and a swift kick flipped her onto her back.

Gasping for air, she looked up to see Thor looming over her, a look of pure disgust on his face. She didn't feel like she was looking at a teenage boy at that moment. It was like being with Salem when she was angry…but worse…much, much worse.

"Wait!" She gasped out, thrusting her hands out, "Wait! Just wait."

His expression softened, and some of the tension left his face. Something had changed in his whole demeanor in a fraction of a second.

That was when she attacked. Unleashing a torrent of flame that engulfed Thor. Rolling to her feet and jumping away, she turned to see…with dawning horror that he stood there, his hair wasn't burned, and again his face filled with rage.

In an instant, he closed the gap between them and grabbed the front of her shirt, and before she knew what was happening, she was in the air. As she tumbled, she managed to stabilize herself and get a look at where she was, and her heart sank, she was high enough to look down on the top of the damaged tower.

"How is he that strong?!" she thought with panic, to throw her that high that fast…but her thoughts were distracted by a loud thunderclap that shook her bones, followed by a bright flash that brought darkness.

Ruby

She had seen some genuinely remarkable things this day, but this storm was… she didn't know how to explain it as anything other than alive…and angry. But she felt…safe…even at the top of the tower. Pyrrha wanted to get off as soon as possible, she had been sure that being on the tower in the middle of an electric storm was going to result in an accident. She, in fact, was sure it had already happened, and she'd only been spared due to her semblance.

But Ruby was confident there was more to it. The lightning and wind, tornadoes even, were leaving buildings, students and civilians untouched. Granted, she only knew this because she had run here through it all while Pyrrha had been busy in the school doing…whatever it was she'd been doing before she picked a fight with Cinder.

Pyrrha hadn't left her, though, as they both looked over the events as they unfolded below them.

It was…awe-inspiring, and the raw power was unlike anything she'd ever witnessed. But how was it so … direct?

It was terrifying and beautiful at the same time, and she knew … everything was going to turn out alright.

Thor

After striking Cinder down, he looked at his hand, flexing his fingers, marveling at his power. He'd forgotten in his years as a mortal. Physically he didn't look any different, wardrobe aside, but it was night and day in how he felt. Even his senses were enhanced, his hearing and vision were picking up on things he couldn't remember ever noticing while human.

Spinning Mjolnir, he launched himself into the air. Even from the height of a skyscraper, he could pick out details on the ground, even the fly's laying egg's on the corpses of the White Fang operatives.

Most of the threats were dead, destroyed, in-flight, or otherwise incapacitated. But out of the corner of his eye, Thor noticed a familiar mane of blonde hair.

"Yang…and Blake." He muttered to himself, the sense of betrayal welling up inside him at the sight of them. But it didn't take more than a glance to see something was wrong. Blake supporting Yang, but both were clearly injured and were…running from something.

He spotted the threat… White Fang…Adam Taurus.

Flying towards him, he threw his hammer and… missed? That wasn't right…he never missed. Holding his hand out to call Mjolnir back and … he felt it, but it wasn't right, it was like he was in a tug of war with it.

And he was losing altitude, he wasn't really falling…yet, but his power was leaving him.

"So…" he muttered to himself as he started to pick up speed as he fell "not yet."

Blake

As she and Yang limped through the storm, she couldn't help but notice how directed the storm seemed to be, while also being far more violent than any she'd ever seen, the sheer number of lightning strikes within the city alone was staggeringly high. But how it only seemed to hit Grimm, Atlas Machines, or White Fang members, it was like an angry god had unleashed its wrath on the enemy.

But the sudden change in the flow of the battle had made Adam…more vicious, she didn't know if it was desperation or rage, but he was on their tail, and his sword was working like a lightning rod, which not only kept him from being killed, but it was super chagrining his semblance. If he caught them, she didn't want to think about it.

A sudden thumping behind her made her heart stop as she turned, expecting to see Adam, ready to finish the fight. Instead, she saw.

"Thor?" Blake said as Thor started to stand up.

"What happened to you two?" He said, limping over to them.

"Could ask you the same thing." Yang's voice cut in, and it was then that Blake noticed the bloody mess of his right eye.

Something grinding along the ground behind her made her ears perk up, and she turned her head quickly to see if Adam had caught up to them. Instead, she saw a mallet moving along the concrete of the path. She watched as it rose to Thor's hand, and while it floated gently to his hand, one he gripped it, it seemed to lose all power of movement as Thor grunted with the effort to hold…eventually using both his hands, even then it seemed to be quiet heavy.

"Thor…" She started.

"Go, I'll handle Adam," Thor said, walking away from them.

"Thor…how did you know…"She started but confused on how he could know the current situation.

"Go!Now!" he shouted, looking back at them enough make her heart jump a beat, with the sudden aggression in his voice.

Grabbing hold of Yang more firmly, she started pulling her partner closer and moving as fast as she could.

"Thor…don't," Yang mumbled.

Blake just pulled her partner with her, a whirlwind of emotions in her soul fear, anger, and…hope. Almost paradoxically…hope.

Adam

Blake and her…a friend had slipped his line of sight, but the blood trail they left was to easy enough to follow.

This had been a near-total disaster, but it didn't mean he couldn't have his own revenge. Blake and…her name were Yang, and if that who had replaced him…well it didn't matter, they would both be dead soon.

As he fantasized of how he'd make them both pay, he allowed himself the pleasure taking it slower in the chase, he wanted to savor this moment.

As he walked, he passed a fountain, and in the center was a statue, showing what he imagined to be two lovers in an embrace.

His anger flared at this, and with a swipe of his sword, he obliterated it.

"Adam Taurus?" A voiced called.

He turned to see…rather worn-out looking man. He carried a mallet in both his hands, unusual given the handle was clearly meant for one hand.

"Yes." He responded, "Who are you?"

"Thor Odinson." He responded, holding his hammer before him, "I'll give you one chance to surrender."

Adam chuckled at this." You… don't look particularly in a state to give me anything." He raised his sword and pointed it at the newcomer.

"So be it," Thor said and raised his hammer in both hands. "Then at least…you will die a warriors death, it's the least you can be offered after the life you have lead."

Adam was a little off-put by this but raised his sword for an attack. "Die." He said and rushed his target.

"To Valhalla." He heard Thor say, and he rushed forward.

He was faster than Adama expected, the tip of his sword was meet with the head of the hammer.

But his heart stopped when he saw the tip of his sword break, and the hammer hit him in the chest just under his neck. Despite the force of the impact, he felt the rest of his sword strick the arm on his attack. The fool had actually helped him in his attack, had he just stopped or deflect the sword it would have missed entirely. But now he was injured, maybe even missing an arm.

Adam was a little winded but still capable of fighting. He thought of his successes, and the force of Thor's attack threw him back. Adam felt the hammer on his chest, Thor had clearly let go once his arm had been severed.

He landed in the fountain. It was only two feet deep, and as Adam sunk to the bottom, Adam thought how he'd kill Blake and her girlfriend.

But as he tried to sit up, he couldn't rise. Something was sitting on his chest. Reaching with his off-hand, he felt a handle, and tried to lift it…to no effect. He tried rolling and shifting his weight to no effect.

Dropping the hilt of his sword, he grasps the object he knew now was the hammer and tried to free himself from under its weight.

Something thing this size couldn't hold him in place and not cave his chest in. He thrashed and tried to pry it off. But it didn't budge.

In his panic, he gasped and too late remembered he was underwater. His lungs filled with water, and suddenly he felt…much more peaceful.

His mask had slipped off in his struggle, and he saw dime light through the water…air so close…but so far, funny in a way.

He a hand on his head…it was comforting…he felt it's intent… to carrying him to whatever was next…another life or nothing at all.

What his one of the gods he'd never believed in?

Thor

As Thor watched Adam struggle and die, he places his one remaining hand on his forehead…Adam had hit him indeed and severed his left arm, truly impressive to land a decisive in such strike, in another circumstance he'd of won…but Thor couldn't afford it now.

He didn't like the trick of using Mjolnir's enchantment, but he wasn't in a place to not use tricks, he was weak now, even by his prior human standards, a missing eye and bum leg made and "fair fight" unfair, and he'd lost his arm.

Adam's movements and stopped, and the bubbles from the water stopped.

"Be at peace…beast," Thor muttered for in the end, that was Adam had let himself become, but he was still to be pitied, he knew more about him now than most, thanks to Mimir.

Once he was sure Adam had expired, he wrapped his arm in his own shirt. His aura had kept him from bleeding out and would likely keep doing so, but Thor spent and few minutes helping it along but wrapping his injury.

He felt detached from his body after returning to his mortal form; he knew he was hurt, incredibly severely, but it just didn't seem important right now, and as he walked over to his hammer, he felt more like he was floating than walking.

He gripped Mjolnir and pulled it off Adam's corpse and took nine steps before suddenly collapsed to the ground, letting go of his hammer he dropped to the ground.

As he faded, he rolled onto his back and stared at the sky and tried to fight off the fog of unconsciousness.

"Father." He muttered as his eye closed.

Ruby

"There is nothing wrong with him," Th doctor said, but as Ruby listened and her father rubbed her shoulder, she felt her temper flare, but her own meek nature kept er from exploding like her sister might have done.

"Nothing wrong, …he's." was all she managed to say as she looked at Thor in his hospital bed.

"Let me rephrase." The Doctor said in a softer voice. "He's doesn't have anything keeping him from waking up, my guess, he overexerted himself and combined with his injuries… just needs rest. He'll come too young lady, don't worry about your friend." He said as he left the room.

That wasn't what made Ruby worry though, it was the fact that Thor had broken out…somehow, and she didn't know what would happen to him once he woke up.

She knew what she thought…but she didn't know what the school, council, and hospital thought…or knew. But at the very least, Yang and Blake said he'd picked a fight with and apparently killed Adam Taurus.

From what she'd managed to piece together because neither Blake or Yang had seen the match, but Adam was dead, and Thor had lost and arm between when he'd meet Yang and Blake and when he'd been found. And they were found in the same vicinity.

The only thing was Adam had apparently been drowned in a fountain. And Adam's broken sword was found in the water as well. No one idea seemed to be accepted in the rumor mill, but the most recurring one was Thor had, somehow, broken Adam's weapon after being hurt and just used his physicality to just hold him under the water. Brutal and not all how Ruby would have thought a fight between the two would have gone, but it was a passable theory right now, especially for anyone who knew how physically strong Thor was.

Some other rumors were floating around that he'd spotted all over the place, killing Grimm, Rouge Atlas drones, and White Fang members. This seemed to be causing some debt with the few officials she'd overheard, and it seemed to her that they thought even if he was crazy, he might prove more useful out of institutionalization.

But she knew what she'd seen at the top of the tower. That wasn't an accidental lightning strike, it was to direct and too helpful to be anything but a direct assist, and it all lined up with Thor's escape.

Her father broke her thoughts, "I'm going to check on your sister." He squeezed her shoulder slightly tighter then let go and left.

Thor was in such bad shape, missing an arm and eye, and some severe injury to his leg. The Doctor mentioned it might not ever really heal properly.

"Thor…if you can hear me, I'm sorry for…" She couldn't put her finger down on what she wanted to apologize for, she felt like there was a lot, but in the haze of it all, she couldn't manage to bring one out and just settled on "everything." She pulled a chair up to his bed, "Weiss is gone." She muttered, "Her dad came and took her after the attack. Didn't matter to him that the school stopped it, Blake thinks he was just waiting for any reason."

She held his hand, squeezed it, and looked at his face. He had several deep cuts, but the most grievous injury was his missing eye. It wasn't damaged, it was wholly gone, according to the Doctor, which was so bizarre. Like it had been pulled out.

His hair, while not as long as when they had met, was growing back. After Weiss had…well, it had been an accident, but it was now shaggy like Jaune's, although not even as long as Jaune's. She brushed a lock of it out of his face.

"Get well soon." She whispered in his ear and left.

Thor

He'd been sitting in the well for…well he felt like it could have been minutes or days, this place always made him feel a disconnect from time. But here he was whole, his eye and arm still present, although they still ached as if injured.

Mimir didn't answer his calls, and his father didn't answer him. The last thing he remembered from the waking world was walking away from Adam Taurus after…well drowning him. Then collapsing, if he ever woke up, he thought he knew how to return to his true form. Well, he was reasonably sure anyway.

Then he heard Ruby's voice come from…it felt like everywhere, but mostly above.

'If you can, hear me.'

"Ruby! I can! Wake me up!" He called into the darkness, but she kept talking, and he felt like someone was gripping his had, and a slight breeze brushed his hair. Then there was silence. Along again in this well. "Wake me up." He plopped down in the water, muttering to himself.

Yang

"Son of…" Yang near shouted as she walked into the door to her bathroom. She'd raised an arm that wasn't there to push the door open. Reaching out, she opened the door with her remaining hand and walked into the hospital bathroom and grabbed her toothbrush, and reached out…with nothing again. "Damn it."

She was not adjusting to injury, she kept trying to use her missing arm and dropping things. The physical pain wasn't the worst part, although the low ache kept her up at night. No, the worst part was the dreams and the feeling of helplessness.

Adam was dead, but his phantom lurked in the back of her mind, and while Blake didn't mention it, she was certain Blake was dealing with her own issues and only left the subject alone out of respect for Yang's feelings.

She knew she should feel lucky, given what had happened to Penny, that the fact she was alive was a miracle. Once the whole invasion had gone belly up, Adam had turned into a vicious predator, pursuing them in a way that made even Blake unnerved.

Thor had…well, she didn't know how he'd actually beaten Adam because he was looking rough when they ran into him. From what was known, Adam had been drowned in a fountain, and Thor had lost an arm in the fight.

How'd he even managed to beat beat Adam who was one of many mysteries surrounding him right now, like how he'd escaped his cell and what else he'd done before he ran into them and Adam. He'd lost an eye somewhere in all that.

A knock on the door caused her to stop her line of thought.

"Yang, you need any help in there?" Blake's voice came through the door.

"No…I'm fine." She called through the door as she managed to get her toothbrush to lay flat on the sink and apply the toothpaste. She had taken so much for granted before, and now it was just so…different.

As she brushed her teeth, there was another knock at the door, "Yang, you okay?" her father's voice called.

"Yeah." She called through the door with her toothbrush still in her mouth, with a slight ting of aggravation. She knew this was from a place of concern, but she wasn't helpless; she just wished everyone would stop acting like she was an invalid.

After she finished brushing her teeth, she thought she was smelling a bit rip and decided to take a shower. The doctors didn't encourage a full bath every day until her skin had healed, but if she did, she had to try and keep the dressing as dray as she could. This was irritating, but she knew it was for the best.

It had been a couple days since her last proper shower, and she decided it was time for it again, her hair, in particular, felt greasy.

As the water poured over her, she couldn't help but think of her life and how it was… more than a bit chaotic since her childhood. Her mother, step-mother, some of her own choices, her first year in beacon, her relationship with her sister, the festival.

"What a life." She muttered to herself as she turned the water off when she was done cleaning herself. She didn't know where to go from here if she'd go back to school if that was even viable right now.

The festival had happened near the end of the year, and Goodwitch, now acting as headmistress after Ozpin, had disappeared, had given students the option of putting off returning for up to six months.

As she dried her hair, she thought about going to visit Thor. He was three rooms down and…hadn't woken up yet. She was so mad at him, for a whole litany of reasons she knew she didn't really have a right to be. It was guilt partially, over what she had done and what he'd done for them.

He was so…goddamn weird in how he acted, especially for someone his age. He saved the people who'd helped lock him up in a mental institute, without a second thought, and at a marked disadvantage, and he won.

"Idiot…" she muttered to herself, and she clumsily got dressed.

In her hospital room, her father and Blake were waiting for her.

"So," her dad began, "You ready to get out of here?"

"Yeah…" She said, not sure where he was going.

"Well." Blake cut in, "The Doctor said you can leave tomorrow…if you want." She said.

"Kay…" Yang muttered as she sat in her chair next to her bed. "Where is Ruby?"

Blake and her father looked at each other in a movement that might have been a slight twitch to anyone else, but Yang knew both of them to well not to notice.

"She was in Thor's room earlier." Blakes said, "I think she went to get something to eat."

Yang didn't need them to say it…Ruby had fallen off their radar, and they didn't want to worry her by saying they didn't know where she was. But Yang wasn't worried, Ruby capable of looking after herself and had been dealing with her own fair share of issues. She still hadn't told anyone what had happened at the top of the tower, and Pyrrha was just as tight-lipped. It was something of an issue to the authorities, but Yang didn't care all that much.

"Well." She said, "She can stop by later." Yang took a deep breath and climbed back into bed, "Or when I get home."

"Yang," Blake said, sitting next to her "I'm…"

"Sorry." Yang finished for her, reaching out and grasping her hand." I know." She added with a smile, "I wasn't your fault."

"Well." Her father said, standing up, "I'll leave you two alone."

And Yang couldn't help but smirk at Blake's red flushed face as her father left the room.

Thor

The well was becoming tiresome, to the point he thought he might be dead, and this was the purgatory some of the Christians spoke of.

"Nephew." A voice called through the void.

"Uncle!" Thor called.

"What are you still doing here?" Mimir called, " You know how to leave."

"Uncle…what, do you mean!?" Thor called out. He was at the point of pure madness here and wanted out.

"You know…if you are worthy." Mimir's voice called through the void, and at that moment, Thor thought he knew what he needed to do.

He held his hand out and… felt a pull, and in the pull, he felt energy empowering him.

Blake

As she sat in the hospital cafeteria, Blake couldn't help but think over everything. Everything was so weird right now. Weiss was gone, the school in shambles and so many other things had changed. Adam..dead, gone. Her life had changed very quickly in a few days, hours even if the final events of the festival were considered alone.

The whole ordeal had left her and more than a few of her fellow students in a foggy mindset, they all weren't sure where to go from here.

She'd stay with Yang, after the virtual obliteration of Adam's sect of the White Fang, she felt oddly clean of her past mistakes. Not fully clean but like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Like a rain cloud that had been following her around had been blown away, and the sun was shining on her again in her life.

She felt guilty over her relief, given all the terror and damage Adam had been responsible for, and she'd helped him in some of those cases, but the shadow had lifted on her life at least, she was grateful for that at least.

A sudden thunder crack shook her out of her thoughts and made her jump a solid three feet in the air. Thunder didn't typically scare her, but this so close it actually made the building shake, and she thought for a second it had been a bomb.

Her ears hurt from it, and she had to sit down. A ringing noise seemed to get louder for a few seconds before it tapered off. Only after she could hear again did she hear the call over the P.A system.

"Security to room 616." It said before cutting off. It was odd to her; they only said it once, until she realized she'd probably missed the initial call while her ears had been ringing.

Then it clicked in her head. 616 was Thor's room.

Bolting up, she ran, and as she approached Thor's room, she saw a mane of blonde hair that could only be Yang.

"Yang." She called as they both got to the door at the same time and peered in to see the window blown out and a burning ozone smell.

Thor

The Grimm's skull shattered like glass as he brought Mjolnir down on its head. Three more came from behind, but a back-swing from his hammer killed them as quickly as swatting a fly.

He raised his hammer again and called the lighting. For a moment, it was like he was in a forest where the trees were made of his lightning.

Rising into the air, he surveyed his surroundings and saw the black mist of the dead Grimm rising in various spots from around the forest he was in.

He wanted to smile at this. His power was his, but it was fleeting, and he wasn't in the best placement.

Suddenly the power left, and he dropped to the ground, his leg buckling under him, he grunted in pain but didn't cry out.

Mjolnir felt heavy in his hand, and looking at it, he dropped it and walked thirty paces from it and held out his hand trying to summon it. It moved but didn't fly to his hand like it had when he'd woken up in the hospital or when he'd escape the institute. Instead, it was like after he'd lost his power the first time after his escape, it looked like it was being dragged.

Eventually, once it was about three feet away, it slowly floated into his hand.

Mimir had been right, he knew…well in a fashion. He wasn't clear on the specifics, but he was confident of a few things now. He couldn't use his real power endlessly; he had some sort of limit on it. Whether that was time or how much force, he wasn't sure, but he needed to rest for now.

Looking around, he saw nothing but tree's, but that was why he picked this island, a low population area, although he did see a small city most of the island was wilderness. He felt so tired…he found a tree and sat under it, closing his eye to sleep. He wasn't worried about Grimm, he'd killed them all in the area.

He could feel them when he was in his godly form; even as a mortal, he could feel them, but when he was transformed, it was like they were beacons in his mind practically calling the lightning to them.

He felt…at peace, if not happy. He drifted off to sleep, his injury's ached slightly, but before long he slept.

He didn't dream this time. Instead, he felt like he just closed his eye, then next thing Thor knew he bouncing off the ground.

Thor tried to push himself up with an arm that wasn't there anymore and cursed before using his right arm. Looking up, he saw large Ursa charging him.

Holding his hand out, he called for his hammer…not sure if it would come.

The Grimm swiped at him, and while he tried to step back, his leg buckled slightly, and it managed to drag one of its claws across his face, opening stitches while adding a new gash to his face.

But before it could attack again, loud CRACK sounded, and it was split in two.

Mjolnir came to his hand, and he transformed. And he felt them…Grimm… a hundred score.

"How?" Thor muttered to himself, before deciding that at the moment, that wasn't what was necessary.

He would have to work fast.