[There's time still. With any luck this strike will be one of the last and—Thor's attention snaps back to Clark at the noticeably weakened grip at his arm. This is off. The forces here are not ones he's familiar with and even in the past when he's met difficulty, never did it feel so... heavy. Dreaded.

He swallows thickly to the way Clark moves and breathes, clenching the hand on his chest just so before the other raises to wipe the blood away from Clark's mouth. Something is wrong.]

The sword... Krypt— [Thor trails, taking in the smog around them, recalling the few blurred seconds of his arrival. Ice drops into his belly at the connection and he conjures a gust of wind to blow the sickly smoke away from them.] Rest easy; I will be but a moment. [He shifts, setting Clark on the ground carefully.

Mjolnir sails down then, cannoning into the ground with a body beneath it.] There, I will see you home. Taking in the sun as we go.