Judgment of the Endless (MarvelxDC)

In the dimly lit control room of the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier, Director Nick Fury stood with his one good eye focused on the large screen in front of him. His hand rested on the desk, tapping in irritation as he watched the live feed from the Mexican desert.

A massive, unfamiliar ship had just landed, stirring up more trouble than usual. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents at the base had been the first to spot the disturbance, but this ship wasn't like anything they had encountered before.

"Who's closest?" Fury asked sharply, without turning to the team behind him.

"Only one Avenger in proximity, sir," one of the agents replied. "Thor."

Fury nodded, already tapping his comm. "Get me Thor."

A few moments passed before the room filled with the sound of wind and a familiar whoosh. Thor, the God of Thunder, flew through the open window, Mjolnir in hand, landing with a light thud in front of Fury.

His towering figure cast a shadow over the room as he straightened himself and looked around.

"Director Fury," Thor greeted with a nod. "What troubles you?"

Fury didn't waste any time, gesturing to the large screen behind him. "We've got an unknown ship that just landed in Mexico. No identification, no formal entry. Looks like trouble. And I don't like surprises."

Thor's eyes narrowed as he approached the screen. The footage showed the ship's landing, the billowing dust cloud, and the figure that emerged—Lobo. The second Thor saw the man, his expression changed. His grip on Mjolnir tightened, and his face hardened.

"This one... I know of him," Thor muttered darkly.

Fury raised an eyebrow. "What do you know?"

Thor exhaled, eyes still fixed on the footage. "Lobo, the self-proclaimed Main Man. A notorious intergalactic bounty hunter. My father, Odin, has spoken of him before. He's a wild, destructive force. No loyalty, no honour. Wherever he goes, chaos follows."

"Great," Fury said dryly, crossing his arms. "Just what we need."

Thor stepped back from the screen, his cape billowing slightly as he turned to Fury. "If Lobo is here, it can mean only one thing—he intends to wreak havoc on this world. I will put a stop to him before he causes further harm."

Fury gave a quick nod. "You better hurry. He's heading toward something—something powerful. We can't afford to let him reach it."

Without another word, Thor leapt back through the window, the room shaking slightly from the force of his departure. Mjolnir whizzed through the air as the God of Thunder shot toward the desert, a streak of lightning trailing behind him. Fury watched him go, then turned back to the screen.

"Just another day in the office..." Fury muttered to himself, rubbing his temple as he braced for what would come next.

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As the skies over the southwestern desert of the United States churned with gathering clouds, Thor descended from the heavens, landing with a thunderous crash that sent tremors through the ground.

His cape billowed in the wind, and Mjolnir crackled with the energy of a brewing storm. Dust kicked up in every direction as he took his stance, eyes scanning the horizon for his quarry.

From afar, Lobo rode in on his signature spacehog, tearing across the landscape like a bullet fired from the void. His unruly black hair whipped behind him, his massive physique looming larger as he neared.

A cigar smouldered between his teeth, and his leather-clad body was plastered with chains and skulls—Lobo, the Main Man, was in his element, hell-bent on causing chaos wherever he went.

Thor smirked. **This is going to be fun.**

With a deafening roar, Lobo's bike came skidding to a halt several metres in front of Thor. He swung his leg off with casual ease and sized up the God of Thunder, spitting his cigar onto the ground before crushing it beneath his boot.

"Well, well, well," Lobo growled, his gravelly voice dripping with mockery, "Look who it is. The shiny hammer-throwin' boy scout from the space farm." He cracked his knuckles, clearly itching for a fight. "Didn't think I'd run into royalty out here. Must be my lucky day."

Thor swung Mjolnir to his side, lightning coiling around it. "Your reign of chaos ends today, Lobo. You'll not bring your carnage to Earth."

Lobo threw his head back, laughing wildly. "Oh please, Sparkles! Earth ain't seen nothin' like me before! And you? You're just a warm-up!"

With that, Lobo lunged at Thor, no weapons drawn, just pure brute force. Thor met him head-on, swinging Mjolnir towards his face. But Lobo was faster than expected, ducking low and tackling Thor into the air, slamming him into the ground with a massive crash. The force of the impact sent rocks and debris flying.

Thor grunted, feeling the pressure of Lobo's weight pinning him down, but it didn't last long. With a burst of energy, Thor sent a shockwave of lightning through Mjolnir that blasted Lobo off him.

Lobo tumbled through the air, crashing into a boulder but quickly getting to his feet with a wicked grin. "That's the spirit!" he cackled.

"Have at thee!" Thor bellowed as he hurled Mjolnir at Lobo with incredible speed. The hammer blurred through the air, aimed squarely at Lobo's chest.

But the bounty hunter, in a feat of raw strength, caught the enchanted weapon mid-flight, his feet skidding across the ground as he tried to stop the momentum.

Lobo grinned through the strain, his muscles bulging. "Nice hammer, princess! Too bad it ain't my style."

He swung Mjolnir like a bat and sent it flying back toward Thor. Caught off guard, Thor barely managed to sidestep his own weapon before it rocketed back into his grip.

Thor's eyes narrowed. "You are strong, I'll give you that."

Lobo shrugged, cracking his neck. "Yeah, I've heard that before. But you? All flash, no smash." Lobo reached behind his back, drawing a massive, jagged hook attached to a long chain. "Let's see what happens when I rip that pretty cape of yours off!"

With a flick of his wrist, Lobo hurled the chain at Thor, the hook gleaming with sharp menace. Thor swung Mjolnir to block it, but Lobo's chain wrapped around the hammer's handle, pulling both the hammer and Thor towards him.

Using the momentum, Lobo leapt into the air, knee-first, and smashed into Thor's midsection, sending the Asgardian flying backward through the air, crashing into the ground with a thunderous boom.

Thor struggled to his feet, the wind knocked out of him, but his resolve was unshaken. His blue eyes gleamed with intensity, and the storm clouds above began to darken. "Enough of your games, Lobo! You will learn why they call me the God of Thunder!"

Raising Mjolnir to the sky, Thor summoned the full power of the storm. Bolts of lightning arced down from the heavens, converging on him, making the air itself vibrate with energy. His form glowed with divine fury as he unleashed a massive bolt directly at Lobo.

The lightning struck Lobo dead-on, blasting him backward with unimaginable force.

His chain and hook were ripped from his hands as his body crashed into the ground, leaving a trail of smoke and burnt earth.

The scent of ozone filled the air as Thor watched, waiting for any sign of movement.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, from the crater where Lobo had landed, a gravelly voice emerged, laughing. Slowly, Lobo rose to his feet, smoke still rising from his singed clothes and smouldering hair.

"You call that a light show?" he coughed, wiping blood from his mouth. His grin widened, and with a shrug, he cracked his neck again. "Not bad, Sparkles. But it's gonna take a lot more than that to put the Main Man down."

Thor clenched his teeth, shocked at Lobo's resilience. Few could withstand such a strike. But this was no ordinary foe.

'I see why they call him immortal.'

Lobo, unphased, grabbed his chain and gave it a good whip, before charging at Thor once more. The two collided in a frenzy of blows—fist against fist, steel against lightning.

Each strike from Thor sent out waves of thunder, while every hit from Lobo's fists felt like a mountain had crumbled.

Left hook.

Body slam.

Head bash

Right hook.

Nut cracker.

Left, right, left, up, down, down, left.

Their battle tore through the desert, flattening dunes, and causing shockwaves that could be felt miles away. Neither seemed to relent.

Thor used his superior skill and agility to land powerful strikes, but Lobo's raw brute force and sheer durability allowed him to stand toe-to-toe with the God of Thunder.

At one point, Lobo spat out blood and laughed. "You might actually be worth the trouble, Sparkles! I haven't had a scrap this good in ages!"

He swung his hook wildly, aiming for Thor's legs, but Thor leapt into the air, dodging and bringing Mjolnir down hard on Lobo's shoulder, cracking bone.

But Lobo didn't stop. He simply roared in defiance, grabbed Thor by the cape, and slammed him into the ground repeatedly.

"You think you're tough? I'm the baddest bastich in the galaxy!"

Thor, stunned for a moment, planted his feet into the ground and summoned another thunderous blast, sending Lobo flying again. Breathing heavily, Thor straightened, gripping Mjolnir tightly. "Your arrogance will be your undoing, Lobo."

Lobo wiped the dust off and chuckled. "Arrogance? Nah, I just know how to have fun." He pointed his hook at Thor. "But you better get ready, princess. I'm just getting started!"

The desert echoed with the sounds of their battle, both combatants showing no sign of backing down.

Neither could claim victory yet, but one thing was clear—this fight would leave the Earth shaking.