Who Are Your Enemies?

"Shit..." With a curse, Adam snapped to his weakened companions, then the huffing horses on the verge of collapse. 

They were in no state to fight, and his body was still adapting to Muspelheim's horrible heat. The last thing he wanted was to burn his energy with useless movements, but would the Eldjötnars listen? 

'Not if they deem me inferior.' His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, his fingers wrapping around his war hammer's handle. He had to make them kneel in fear. Only then would they listen... or die. 

He turned to Achilles and commanded. "Wait in the chariot."

Then, he leapt down, his arms raised as he smirked at the giant, who sounded the alarm. "You talk too much."

With a powerful swing that made the wind roar, the hammer's flat side connected with the molten face of the giant.

CRACK