She grins at the look on his face when she lands that blow, dancing back out of his reach the next instant. More than anything, this feels like coming home. Sif feels a thrill in her blood as their blades ring upon impact. Thor is fearsome in his power, but she only charges in again and again.

She takes as many hits as she lands, of course. Thor is as skilled as he is strong, and it's the differences in their styles of fighting that really keep things interesting. On top of that, both of them have a nearly-terrifying amount of stamina--this fight could go on for hours, and Sif suspects they just might have in the past.

After a time, she decides to change the game up again. Her one sword becomes two, sliding open with a click and pulling apart at the hilt. She spins them with a flourish and tosses her braided hair. "Shall we try two instead?" she shouts across the field.