Thor won't be terribly surprised that word of his impromptu sparring challenge has spread like wildfire, especially since so many of the people here have just as much cabin fever as he does after the long winter. For now, he's simply taking each challenger one at a time, and while he's still somewhat self-conscious about his performance, the only way to improve is to do.

Besides, it could be worse. He could have some of his people watching their king get his arse kicked around the field.

"I'm Thor," he introduces himself, his one-eyed gaze looking her over briefly, a warrior's assessment. She certainly carries herself like one, although her lack of arms does get his attention. "Any rules of engagement you'd prefer? Use of weapons, magic, that sort of thing." It's only polite to ask before they start whaling on each other, after all.