CHAPTER NINETEEN
Kevin stood before Thor, out of breath. He was old now, all of this combat was really getting on his nerves. Thor didn’t appear to be worn out in the slightest. “Frail human, is this all you have? Are you really worthy of holding one of the weapons of the Gods?” Thor asked him and was angry, this weakness was offensive to him. “No, I just need a small break,” Kevin said and stretched out his arms. The Vysenia was regenerating him on the inside, it was the only way he was able to keep up with all of this activity.
“You think the Yokaiju will give you a break, you think any enemy will give you mercy? I don’t know what kind of weak wars you wage on Midgard, but where I come from, the enemy never gives mercy,” Thor replied, raised his great, black hammer and prepared to brin
