[IC, open to all] Thor Fight Club

[pirateangelbaby]

It's a beautiful spring day in the Nexus, rolling green hills boasting bright splashes of color where flowers have blossomed in all their glory, birds singing in trees sheltered with new green growth, and the sun is shining merrily through puffy white clouds, the breeze only a little on the cool side.

In one of the flatter fields out towards the Wilds, however, things are not quite so peaceful at the moment.

There's an enormous rough ring marked out with scorch marks in the grass, large enough to rival the gladiator arena on Sakaar, and on the edge of the ring there's a cloth laid out with a small variety of weapons that look... well, very second-hand, to put it mildly. But enough to give a good selection of swords or axes or hammers, with a shield or two for protective options.

Thor stands to one side, checking his armor to make sure it's securely fitted before battle, training session or not, and can't quite chase away the grin on his face in favor of a more serious, kingly expression that he probably should be wearing. Learning to compensate for his missing eye is a matter of life and death, probably, whether his or someone else's, but he can't help but feel excited to face something other than a half-assed training dummy shoved into the corner of the cargo hold.

Right, then, who's up for a little sparring with the god of thunder?

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[doublecrestedlizard]

Thornax hasn't met any Asgardians before, either, so this is a new experience for him, too. As far as he knows, Thor is human. He braces himself, intending not to go easy on Thor, either. He roars, displaying his crests as is Dilophosaurus tradition.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor can't help himself. He bellows back, a wordless cry of challenge that simultaneously gets his battle-blood pumping for the fight ahead and also sounds kind of ridiculous.

It's not the first time he's done it, okay.

He doesn't give Thornax much time to think about that though, because then he's closing the distance, dropping at the last second to send a hefty legsweep at one of those scaly ankles to see how easy it is to knock it out from under the dinosaur, or failing that, just how agile Thornax is to avoid it. Whatever the case, he follows it up with a solid backhand blow to the dinosaur's torso in an attempt to further force him back and keep him on the defensive.

[doublecrestedlizard]

The Dilophosaurus probably isn't as strong as Thor, He springs, dodging the legsweep and springing back. Dilophosaurs are neither the fastest nor the strongest dinosaurs - they evolved to take on small prey and fish - but they're nimble enough in a pinch. So the legsweep misses its mark.

The backhand blow, however, hits. Thornax visibly look both winded and impressed by the Asgardian's power.

"Well done!"