[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]

Something about the costumed hero's voice sounds vaguely familiar, but Thor can't place it. Just someone he's heard in passing, maybe - that happens often in the Nexus, after all. He's certain he would remember the distinctiveness of that outfit, had he spent much time in this child's company before.

"It's only a spar, so the goal is not to draw blood or break too many bones," Thor answers, as if that's a normal part of Asgardian combat training. Mostly because it is, usually. Or was. Valkyrie hasn't quite started beating on the refugee army that heavily yet, but if a warrior can't take a blow and keep fighting, they won't last long in real battle. Better to learn how to handle it when you're not in danger of dying immediately if you can't cope. "Use of magic or that sort of thing depends on what we agree is fair. You have your webs, right?"

[telarano]

"Yeah I figure friendly fights come with less maiming in general!" That got a slow laugh from Miles, even if the noise was a bit more nervous sounding. But there was no way he was backing off from a chance to throw down with Thor, that much was for sure.

"I use the webs when I've got em, yeah. Just got them refilled, but more often than not I'm out of fluid, big surprise there with my luck." It looked like all Spider-Kids rambled in some way or another, Thor. Was it part of the powers or something? "I've got my camouflage and venom strike too though!"

[pirateangelbaby]

If Thor notices this spiderling having second thoughts, he doesn't comment on it. Who wouldn't be a little nervous about sparring with the god of thunder? But there's no reason to truly fear, is there? Surely this can only go well!

He arches his brows in interest at the child's other powers - if the other Spider-Man has those abilities, he's certainly never said. The last one gives him pause, though, remembering the very unpleasant neurotoxin that the Sakaarian obedience disk had zapped him with on several occasions. "Venom? What kind of venom?"

Hmm. Physically strong or not, Thor might be at a slight disadvantage if he's not using his own magic. "How well can you withstand a little lightning?" He might be joking. Maybe.