[IC, open to all] Thor Fight Club

[pirateangelbaby]

It's a beautiful spring day in the Nexus, rolling green hills boasting bright splashes of color where flowers have blossomed in all their glory, birds singing in trees sheltered with new green growth, and the sun is shining merrily through puffy white clouds, the breeze only a little on the cool side.

In one of the flatter fields out towards the Wilds, however, things are not quite so peaceful at the moment.

There's an enormous rough ring marked out with scorch marks in the grass, large enough to rival the gladiator arena on Sakaar, and on the edge of the ring there's a cloth laid out with a small variety of weapons that look... well, very second-hand, to put it mildly. But enough to give a good selection of swords or axes or hammers, with a shield or two for protective options.

Thor stands to one side, checking his armor to make sure it's securely fitted before battle, training session or not, and can't quite chase away the grin on his face in favor of a more serious, kingly expression that he probably should be wearing. Learning to compensate for his missing eye is a matter of life and death, probably, whether his or someone else's, but he can't help but feel excited to face something other than a half-assed training dummy shoved into the corner of the cargo hold.

Right, then, who's up for a little sparring with the god of thunder?

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[thewiselion]

"Yes. I would be willing for such a rematch." Aslan too wishes to ensure he is battle ready. Never know what the future will bring.

"And please... if any of your people wish to test their strength, let them know I welcome them."

[iwillcatchup]

"New teammate. But then again... being part of a team is new to me too."

"Peter Maximoff." He introduces himself. "X-Men. Also known as Quicksilver."

[liverfree]

"So will you!" he shouts back jovially. Despite not wanting to compare his friend to Zeus, Thor's resilience reminds him of his cousin. Zeus was also not particularly fast on the battlefield, which is why he and the other gods favored strategy rather than brute force. It was the only way to get the upper hand on the Titans.

Trying to grab Thor didn't work so well, so this time Prometheus simply advances, crowding him towards the edge of the ring. He remains a big target, but Thor will need to move fast or exploit an opening to give him the run-around.

[websnextdoor]

Peter never did get a whole lot of details on what went down at the airport. Most of it he learned after the fact on the news and it was Decidedly Not Cool. He prefers to stick to the parts that were good memories for him, and honestly that was a lot of meeting a whole bunch of super heroes (mostly because he was fighting then but how cool is that?!?!) and then going home and doing his homework.

"That shield doesn't make any sense at all from a scientific standpoint." Peter just wants to clarify. There's something funny with that thing, mark his words. He's pointing to emphasize his point stance too.

"Oh, uhm. They're not really weapons exactly but can I use my webs? I honestly don't do a whole lot of fighting without 'em."

[truthqueen]

Her shield glances off his sword, which pleases the Amazon immensely that he was so quick to spring to action. As it was though she was avoiding locking up just yet, dodging a swing of his sword to aim a swift kick at his blind side. Testing how well he guarded that side, seeing how quick he'd be to counter it.

Lightning wasn't her domain, but it was still in Diana's blood, something brighter flashing in her eyes as the static in the atmosphere building set her blood to pounding. Unaware that it was his storm, but feeding off the adrenaline it gave her all the same.

[royalraptor]

He's down! Vulnerable to a killing blow! So with a mighty scree-

Cannonball!

That would be the little bundle of fluff and armor jumping right onto his gut, which if he was actually winded would definitely keep him down for longer with how those narrow feet drove in with all her weight. Hopping to stand properly once she'd landed with a flutter of wings as she pranced up towards his face to-

Boop his face with her muzzle!

Did she do it? Did she win?

[telarano]

"Yeah I figure friendly fights come with less maiming in general!" That got a slow laugh from Miles, even if the noise was a bit more nervous sounding. But there was no way he was backing off from a chance to throw down with Thor, that much was for sure.

"I use the webs when I've got em, yeah. Just got them refilled, but more often than not I'm out of fluid, big surprise there with my luck." It looked like all Spider-Kids rambled in some way or another, Thor. Was it part of the powers or something? "I've got my camouflage and venom strike too though!"

[telarano]

Oh good. Miles was worried there for a moment. It wasn't quite on the Spider-Man brand to have such wise judgement of a situation. So instead Peter would hear the grin in his voice as a hand moved to clap his shoulder.

"Dude, me too." Let's be real who wouldn't in this situation? "We should totally warm up though. Spider-vs-Spider?"

A friendly spar sounded like it could be fun, and he was curious to see how he'd fare against Peter anyways.

[pirateangelbaby]

Lacking peripheral vision on that side, it's only the way the movement translates through the rest of her body that gives her attack away, and Thor pivots quickly, her boot still glancing off his armor though it doesn't connect as solidly as it would've otherwise. That little split-second of needing to turn his head makes enough difference that his attempt to ensnare her leg before she can withdraw it doesn't exactly work out, missing his shot and leaving a momentary gap in his defenses, his sword arm vulnerable to a counterattack.

A rumble of thunder rolls across the sky overhead, and rain begins to fall, soaking into the thirsty earth.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor chuckles briefly at that, but then he has no time left for amusement, because the wide open space is suddenly getting much smaller with a giant taking up so much of it. But Thor is not the kind of man who prefers to retreat and think over his life's choices, so after a reflexive step back, he charges forward anyway.

He's well aware he's in a prime spot to simply get himself punted out of the ring, however, so his goal is to make a beeline for the gap between the giant's feet as quickly as possible and go for a heel strike once he's there, hitting as hard as he can manage the moment Prometheus' other foot is off the ground. It's a long shot, he figures, but Thor is nothing if not persistent. If the titan does kick at him fast enough, however, there'll be nothing to stop him from flying well out of the bounds of the ring.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor laughs out loud, and he imagines if he was a much weaker foe, she might actually have made a good effort. As it is, he's hardly going to spoil her fun, and laughs out loud when she taps his face with her own.

"You are indeed a mighty warrior," he tells her as seriously as he can manage. "I yield to you, Princess."

[pirateangelbaby]

"I am Thor, son of Odin." Most of the youngster's name doesn't sound terribly familiar to him, but Maximoff does. Isn't that the Sokovian girl's name? He can't quite recall; it's been a few years since he's been on Earth, and he'd only met her the once.

Still, a familiar-ish last name and the ability to run far faster than Thor can see... "You aren't Sokovian, are you?"

[iwillcatchup]

"No."

"Steve Rogers told me about them. The other not-quite-Me and his Twin Sister. And from what he explained... it doesn't even sound like we got our powers the same way."

"I'm a Mutant. I have the X-Gene."

"I'm the son of Magneto."

[pirateangelbaby]

If nothing else, firsthand experience with a multitude of distinctly different Lokis lets Thor easily get his mind around the idea of this young man being an alternate of someone else he knew.

Not that the rest of what he's said makes much sense, but never mind that.

"Well, you use it well," he says, finally letting up on the storm, the rain ceasing as abruptly as it began. Thor's arms are still reddened and aching, but they're well on their way to healing. His armor, on the other hand, has a thick band of lumpy, badly melted duct tape stuck on it still, and Thor makes a face when he realizes it's still there.

[pirateangelbaby]

If Thor notices this spiderling having second thoughts, he doesn't comment on it. Who wouldn't be a little nervous about sparring with the god of thunder? But there's no reason to truly fear, is there? Surely this can only go well!

He arches his brows in interest at the child's other powers - if the other Spider-Man has those abilities, he's certainly never said. The last one gives him pause, though, remembering the very unpleasant neurotoxin that the Sakaarian obedience disk had zapped him with on several occasions. "Venom? What kind of venom?"

Hmm. Physically strong or not, Thor might be at a slight disadvantage if he's not using his own magic. "How well can you withstand a little lightning?" He might be joking. Maybe.

[pirateangelbaby]

"Mm, science as you understand it, perhaps." It's not the first time Thor's heard a Midgardian complain about the captain's shield supposedly defying the universal laws - Stark had ranted about it at length, on occasion - but to a man who spent a thousand years wielding a magic hammer that he could summon with a thought and an outstretched hand, the shield makes perfect sense to him.

He can't deny he's been curious to see the young Avenger-in-training in action, and denying him his main tool seems a poor way to go about it. "Oh, absolutely," he agrees at once. No weapons for Peter means Thor shouldn't use one either, but he's not entirely without options. "Though that leaves the matter of what I'm allowed, then. You aren't particularly hardy against lightning, are you?" Hey, you never know.

[iwillcatchup]

Peter removes his googles. The rain has washed away most of the mud. But he will still want a hot shower later.

He notes the face that Thor makes. "I can get that cleaned up... properly for you... in a matter of a few seconds."

[pirateangelbaby]

"Can you." It's not really a question, and Thor arches an eyebrow in challenge to the youngster. It's only fair that he should clean up his own mess, after all. "It was a good effort, by the way. Maybe next time use something a little less, ah, flammable."

[iwillcatchup]

"Hey... I hope you don't expect me to strip it off you. I am sort of already seeing someone." Peter chuckles.

"I always carry Duct Tape with me. What else would you suggest?"

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor outright chuckles at that. "No, just this... mess... will be fine."

"Chains fit to hold a god are hard to come by, I suppose, but that might be what you'd have to resort to."

[iwillcatchup]

"It is better to clean armor when it is off the person wearing it. So if you have to change... I can wait." Peter can be patient when needed.

"A god? Apocalypse told others he was a god. But to some he was just a very powerful mutant. What makes a god, a god?

[websnextdoor]

Peter pulls his mask up just long enough for Miles to catch the grin that's spreading across his face before he pulls it back down firmly into place. He leans into the hand on his shoulder. Chuckles just a bit.

"Spider on spider action. The fight of the century!"

Two clueless kids slapfighting but with webs involved. "I've kind of wanted to see if my taser webs would hold up against your shock move-thing anyhow."

[websnextdoor]

Of course to a man who is used to a magic hammer the properties of Captain America's shield make sense, Peter would argue. Older and arguably smarter people than him have tried to understand the rift and parallels between magic and science long before Peter has. All he knows is that Cap's shield is Something Else.

Just what exactly he has no idea. But it wouldn't surprise him if the answer was somehow Magic.

"Uh, I don't think so? I have never found out. Are you? I have taser webs I can use. Not as powerful as actual lightning but they pack a pretty mean punch."

[liverfree]

It's a dangerous gambit, especially as Prometheus is not telegraphing which foot he plans to kick with. Thor will have to decide that at the last possible moment, right when he is within perfect booting (or sandaling, in his case) range. The Titan gets ready to strike --

Ah! Thor chose right! The heel strike on his left foot causes Prometheus to stumble. Darn heels! He rights himself quickly, but by then Thor is free to make his escape.

Prometheus narrows his eyes playfully. All right, all right, no more Mister Nice Titan! He spins around and stomps his foot, hard enough to make the entire field shake. He's going to try to herd Thor out of the ring again, but he keeps his center of gravity lower in a kind of hunched-over, loping gait. No more sneaking past him this time!

[pirateangelbaby]

"That won't be necessary." Thor is already unbuckling his cuirass, divesting himself of the upper half of his armor in a practiced motion. Beneath he wears a padded undershirt, which has obviously escaped the duct tape inferno that's marred his outer layer. After a moment's hesitation, he also unstraps his vambraces. He always feels a little more naked without them, in a way that going shirtless doesn't, but they're just as covered in melted goo so it can't be helped.

He rubs at the scar around his right wrist absently, paying far more attention to the youngster's question than his old habit. "Depends on who you ask. Power alone isn't enough, neither is being worshiped. There's something about it you have to be born with, I think, or bestowed on you by the Norns. You can't just say you are one and have it be true."