[Without warning, Thor's face contorts in anger and he's thundering again, drawing himself up tall and wishing he had his hammer in his hand and a rising storm behind him.]
Do you think to mock me? Mayfield has robbed me of my power--
[Something dawns on him. And suddenly he lunges forward, making to grab at Elizabeth in pure rage.]
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Do you think to mock me? Mayfield has robbed me of my power--
[Something dawns on him. And suddenly he lunges forward, making to grab at Elizabeth in pure rage.]
Unless it is you who stole it from me?