There had been nothing in the chaos near the horn that had struck Thor as essential; some of it, he hadn't even recognized at a glance, and what weapons there were were bound to be a dear commodity. Rather than squabble for trifles with others who he was certain had no more choice in being in this place than he himself had been given, he had opted instead for the forest, the promise of room and cover, and the hope of game.

That others have had the same thought is unsurprising, and that his path should intersect with one of them almost inevitable. He spotted a flash of movement only barely in time, and checked his ground-eating stride, feet skidding on the damp earth as he attempted to shift his own momentum rather than colliding with the girl and toppling them both to the ground.