As she's assessing him, he's doing the same to her. She's as skilled as any Asgardian warrior he's seen, well-balanced and experienced, and a grin pulls at his lips as he realizes he really has found himself an opponent worthy of matching him. Her sword is well-made, as well, flashing bright in her hand as she seeks out his weak points with brutal efficiency.

Oh, is that how it's going to be? Thor's shield arm gives ground, slows, presses back to match her strength as he sets his feet solidly against the grass and leans into it hard, trapping her arm along with his in a deadlock. "You're good," he says through an almost savage grin, thoroughly enjoying himself.