Thor goes tumbling much as he'd done to Aslan, though he lacks the catlike grace to land on his feet. Instead he leans into the fall, tucking into a roll that pops him back up on his feet and ready to fight, fists raised defensively in case the Lion is pressing his advantage.

He's not, but Thor keeps his hands up anyway as he watches Aslan ponder his next move, doing much the same himself.

The ideal thing would be to knock him off his feet somehow, but it's much harder when your foe walks on four instead of two, and now Thor's had a taste of just how strong those powerful forelimbs are. Perhaps a strike to the hips or side, higher up, although that would require outmaneuvering his more agile opponent.

"You're not tiring yet, are you?" he calls, a friendly taunt across the field, much as he's often traded with Captain America.