It's been a long time since Thor has had a chance to cross blades with Sif, and he wasn't always the victor in those matches, either. She's always been one to give as good as she gets, if not better, her own skill giving him the drive to improve his own so he could beat her and vice versa, like steel honing steel.
Even without her memories, he's glad to face her again, idly wondering how much of her skill her body remembers without conscious thought. He's not exactly fighting at his best, either, and he resists the urge to self-consciously touch the patch over the ruin of his right eye as he grins across the field at her.
"I accept," he answers, trying not to sound too eager. Probably failing.
Oh well.
The swords he has at hand aren't as finely-forged as hers, but they're perfectly serviceable weapons, and he selects one with the heaviest heft to it, naturally. "Swords only, then?" he asks, raising his eyebrows in challenge as he steps into the ring.
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Even without her memories, he's glad to face her again, idly wondering how much of her skill her body remembers without conscious thought. He's not exactly fighting at his best, either, and he resists the urge to self-consciously touch the patch over the ruin of his right eye as he grins across the field at her.
"I accept," he answers, trying not to sound too eager. Probably failing.
Oh well.
The swords he has at hand aren't as finely-forged as hers, but they're perfectly serviceable weapons, and he selects one with the heaviest heft to it, naturally. "Swords only, then?" he asks, raising his eyebrows in challenge as he steps into the ring.