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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[deploy]

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.

[deploy]

[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.