The Death of Asgard : Part V

Abaddon continued to rain down a storm of torrential blows onto Odin's figure until the Norse god was practically unrecognizable. 

His entire body was black and blue, and there were an odd number of dents, bruises, and lacerations across his physique. 

Odin was trying to heal, but god healing is nothing like Nevi'im healing, and so it was a slow and unrewarding process. 

But if he did not keep it up, the chances of him dying before any of the others could get here would shoot up dramatically. 

On the bright side, he had finally reached the point in his beating where everything just kind of blended together. 

He wasn't even in any pain anymore. 

As his consciousness dipped in and out he would sometimes stare at Abaddon with a look of disinterest and non-understanding. 

'Still going, huh...?'

'What a try-hard...'

'How long has this been going on now...?'

'Does he just not get tired...?'

'Unthinkable...'