[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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[pirateangelbaby]

Thor moves with the strike, laughing, so she doesn't accidentally hurt herself throwing herself headfirst into six hundred pounds of Asgardian warrior. He feigns a stumble but stays on his feet, carefully tossing her away so she'll land on her feet, even if she has to flutter a bit to do it. He can't make it too obvious he's taking it easy on her.

He stays facing her, as if confronting the most deadly of beasts, circling to keep her in front of him. This Princess certainly has spirit, he'll give her that; worthy of a warrior of Asgard.

She's far more delicate that he is though, obviously, so he has to be extremely cautious when he makes as if to strike back at her, having to deliberately misjudge the distance as she bobs and scurries out of the way of his hands.

[royalraptor]

It's not hard for her to bounce down to her feet when she's tossed, chittering her excitement as she prances her way out of the way of Thor's hands.

But Princess does not move away, oh no. She dives between seemingly striking hands, darts between Thor's ankles to throw her body weight against the back of whichever knee she can get close to fastest, tiny teeth fixing on whatever long bit of cloth or armor she can. Heavy enough that if she did this to a normal person they'd definitely be thrown off-balance but then she usually had the rest of the Squad around to distract Jet when she tried this. Would it work here?

Time to find out!

[pirateangelbaby]

Oh, oh dear. Thor's biggest concern now is that he might accidentally step on her as she darts around his feet, a no-doubt dizzying display of agility that makes her much harder to defend against without striking himself. Such a clever girl she is.

A few small toothmarks in his greaves doesn't concern him much, and Princess will find them pristine and smelling of new leather up until she puts her personal stamp of approval in their fabric. Still, he makes a show of trying to get away, carefully shuffling his feet so he doesn't kick her across the ring by accident, ending up standing on one foot as she runs rapid circles around the other.

[royalraptor]

Princess isn't concerned. Any worry about her being more delicate are clearly not things that bother her in the least with the way she all but rockets around him like some hellspawned combination of cat and bird, noting when Thor's foot finally lifts in either an attempt to avoid getting tripped or to try and line up a kick for all she knew.

Not that she was giving him time for that! Nope, see that leg you're balancing on Thor? She's slamming into the side of it with a scraw, stubby wings flapping wildly in an attempt to throw him completely off his feet.

[pirateangelbaby]

Such a mighty blow! Thor waves his arms dramatically as if to keep his balance and topples over anyway, mindful not to fall on her as he goes. Though it should be obvious to any onlookers that he's clearly humoring her, far be it from him to bruise this little creature's fierce ego.

He lies on his back in the grass, as if winded by the fall, and can't quite wipe the grin off his face.

[royalraptor]

He's down! Vulnerable to a killing blow! So with a mighty scree-

Cannonball!

That would be the little bundle of fluff and armor jumping right onto his gut, which if he was actually winded would definitely keep him down for longer with how those narrow feet drove in with all her weight. Hopping to stand properly once she'd landed with a flutter of wings as she pranced up towards his face to-

Boop his face with her muzzle!

Did she do it? Did she win?

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor laughs out loud, and he imagines if he was a much weaker foe, she might actually have made a good effort. As it is, he's hardly going to spoil her fun, and laughs out loud when she taps his face with her own.

"You are indeed a mighty warrior," he tells her as seriously as he can manage. "I yield to you, Princess."