Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-03-26 08:10 pm
pirateangelbaby) wrote2019-03-26 08:10 pm
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[IC, open to all] Thor Fight Club
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?
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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"Dude, me too." Let's be real who wouldn't in this situation? "We should totally warm up though. Spider-vs-Spider?"
A friendly spar sounded like it could be fun, and he was curious to see how he'd fare against Peter anyways.
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"Spider on spider action. The fight of the century!"
Two clueless kids slapfighting but with webs involved. "I've kind of wanted to see if my taser webs would hold up against your shock move-thing anyhow."