The Outcasts Of The Rainbow Bridge

Loki watched tongue tied at a sight he never believed he would see.

This was clearly a human beating a god. But not just any god. Castor had literally bathed in the blood of other gods. Even as a lower god, he was well respected. And yet, Crusher was not only holding his own against him, but was also fighting back. 

It was already remarkable that Crusher had not become meat paste as a result of the gauntlet of Vanity on his skin. 

And now, he was fighting back. 

However, loki looked closer, and then he saw the power that Crusher's fists produced. "Holy power? How is such a thing possible?" he thought out loud. 

He suddenly heard a deep menacing but yet whispering voice by his ear. "It is possible if they are not just human."

Loki frowned, "Despair, my dear, did you tell your other Outcasts about my plan?" The moment he said this, Despair jumped off his body as her liquefied form took solid shape in a ready stance for a fight.