Given Thor's already precarious balance, Steve's attempt to knock him off kilter works perfectly. The sled generally wouldn't do a lot to daze him, but it knocks him to his knees and forces him to brace his hands against the hard ice. Briefly, just briefly, it feels like the fog has cleared as he looks into his own reflection. He sees the blood on his face, he feels the pain in his head and the fog starts to seep in again.

No amount of blinking clears it and he shakes his head in frustration, scrunching his eyes shut as he groans in pain. The Arena is taking its toll slowly, but for every injury he gains he cares less about himself and more about the simple idea of victory. Some faint glimmer of freedom is on the horizon and it's all he wants.

He raises his head slowly and pushes himself up carefully, surprisingly skillful on the slippery surface and more light footed than he generally cares to be. He approaches the scene carefully, hesitant and uncertain about disturbing it. The hesitation doesn't last long and he steps in from the back, aiming a kick to the side of Steve's head.