[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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[octopuslips]

Once word of mouth has spread (very quickly, as it turns out), another challenger appears.

She's all of five feet tall if she's an inch, petite and... kind of cute, really, but her body is comprised entirely of metal. She wears no armour and appears to carry no weapon. Surely this is someone's idea of a joke? She's even smaller than Natasha.

"I'll fight you," she says with a slight smile. "I'm Alita, by the way."

Very much like Natasha, as soon as she drops into a ready position, she shows she is very highly trained.

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor won't be terribly surprised that word of his impromptu sparring challenge has spread like wildfire, especially since so many of the people here have just as much cabin fever as he does after the long winter. For now, he's simply taking each challenger one at a time, and while he's still somewhat self-conscious about his performance, the only way to improve is to do.

Besides, it could be worse. He could have some of his people watching their king get his arse kicked around the field.

"I'm Thor," he introduces himself, his one-eyed gaze looking her over briefly, a warrior's assessment. She certainly carries herself like one, although her lack of arms does get his attention. "Any rules of engagement you'd prefer? Use of weapons, magic, that sort of thing." It's only polite to ask before they start whaling on each other, after all.

[octopuslips]

"I don't have any magic," she answers. And that's... technically true. Her eyes flick to the the collection, spotting several bladed implements. "But I guess I should come clean about weapons."

Alita's still salty that Nova had incorporated her beloved Damascus blade into her new body, but she'll grudgingly admit that it does afford easier access. She lifts her arms and gives a flick of her hands. Two blades of a beautiful patterned metal literally form from her forearms.

"You're organic, right?" He certainly seems to all appearances to be.

[pirateangelbaby]

It would be a much neater trick if it didn't remind Thor of Hela and her incredibly annoying tendency to sprout blades at the slightest provocation, not to mention Loki's habit of producing twin daggers out of nowhere. Why all of his siblings are so stab-happy, Thor may never know. In any case, it was a blade something like that which claimed his eye, and the remaining one studies her blades intensely.

Well. Not exactly like Hela's, but similar enough.

"Last I checked," he answers, a note of lightness in his voice. "You're not, I take it." Not that there's anything wrong with that.