video; @sif (Thor 3 spoilers)

[fiercestwarrior]

[ Sif is... not overly used to public speaking, unless you count rousing yells to fire soldiers up for battle, or perhaps the occasional drunken rant about something or other. Hence she looks more than a little stiff on camera, unsure how to address a crowd of unknown size that she can't even see. ]

Greetings, I am Lady Sif of Asgard.

[ Regardless of what happened to her home, that is how she will always refer to herself. ]

I am a member of the Perimeter Guard, and I am currently in need of sparring partners. Those of you who know what it means to be an asgardian will know what that says about my physique and how it might compare to your own abilities.

To those of you not familiar, suffice it to say that my people live for a long time, and I have spent most of my years training for battle. It requires a great deal of force to harm me, though blades will fare better than blunt instruments. As for my strength, it is quite considerable, though I could not say what that would mean in relative terms.

If you think yourself up to the challenge, I would be grateful if you would make yourself known.

Thank you.

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[fiercestwarrior]

[ Sif could well understand the need to at least fill parts of a void inside, left behind by an old life and old friends.

She will never have Asgard back, and she isn't sure that she will ever feel the same way about the one friend she has here from that life again. It's all a mess, really, which is why she turned to the network in search of some distractions.

It's useless to wallow, but it's also very difficult not to if you don't have anything better to do. ]

That sounds a lot like Asgardian sparring, actually.

[ At least the way she tends to do it. Sif isn't what you'd want to call a merciful sparring partner most of the time. Here it's a bit different though, since so many of the people she fights are significantly weaker than she is.

Can she resist trying to knock John off his feet now that he brought it up though?

NOPE. ]

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[John really should have seen that coming. But he doesn't, not until it's too late.

Before he can open his mouth, Sif's knocked him on his ass like an overgrown toddler.]

Oh c'mon!

[He slaps the ground with one hand and pushes off with the other, his tailbone already smarting. Just like back home. At least John's used it. Both Ronon and Teyla can kick his ass with one arm held behind their back, sometimes while hopping on one leg.

He's not going to tell Sif about that game.

John puts a decent amount of distance between them, actually holding his practice sword at the ready this time. Whether it will make a difference remains to be seen. Probably not.]

Athosians, Asgardians, Christians- you let your guard down once!

[fiercestwarrior]

[ Sif actually laughs when his ass hits the floor, though it's not really mean-spirited, she just can't help herself.

Maybe he wouldn't mind so much if he knew how little she has to laugh at these days. ]

Sounds to me like you have been letting your guard down a lot more than that.

[ And there she goes again, closing the distance between them though this time giving him a chance to actually block something when she aims a blow at him with her sword.

Not a very hard one, so he should be able to handle it just fine. ]

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Are you judging me? Because I'm feeling pretty judged-

[John raises his practice sword just in time to block her strike, scooting back on his ass until there's enough room between them for him to jump back up onto his feet.

Sif's strong, alright. John knows she's going slow on him, and he can still feel the vibration of the blow in the bones of his forearm and wrist. Her full strength would probably tear his hand off.]

I didn't know you were that kind of god. Do you have naughty and nice lists? I mean, I'm pretty sure I already know which one I'm on, but-

[fiercestwarrior]

[ There is something genuinely nasty about the way she smiles at him, and she stalks around him very much like a big, predatory cat. ]

I am the goddess of war.

[ She faints a blow at shoulder height and then quickly delivers a true one aimed at his thigh. ]

Everyone is on my naughty list.

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[Wow. That is nasty. John shivers, though he does his best not to show it. He's increasingly aware of the fact she can crush him effortlessly. That it probably takes more effort not to crush him.

He lifts his practice sword to block at the shoulder, and doesn't see the switch in stance until it's too late. His thigh muscle spasms beneath the blow, and his leg buckles. He goes down onto one knee, but not without lashing out for Sif's ankle with his own sword.

His goal is to hit her once, anywhere. If he gets that much on her, he'll wear his bruises with pride.]

Put me somewhere near the top! I'm competitive like that.