Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, King of Asgard (
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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She would always champion peace, but knew well that she enjoyed a good fight all the same. And what better way to get to know someone than with a little sparring?
And even if she was a stranger, she was armed and armored herself and looked like she could hold her own in a fight.
"I can fix that little oversight for you if you'd like."
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He walks past the cloth with the weapons that are laid out. He does not need them.
"You wear that with pride, fellow King." Aslan grins, showing his fangs.
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He's totally down for some friendly sparring, but the first order of business is an emphatic hug. "Thor," he says, and there is equal parts relief and joy in his voice. "Oh, it is good to see you again. It has been a long Winter. Far too long."
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that should have been "rations" not "ratios," whoops
Hadn't even noticed. XD
Cue Shadow of the Colossus fight music, lol
Aim for the glowing sigils. ;)
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"Tell me, mister. Have you ever fought a dinosaur before?" Professor Thornax smiles, displaying sharp teeth. He won't use them, of course, but he wants to show Thor he's a worthy opponent. "I may be a scientist, but I am also a carnivorous dinosaur."
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This is a fight for fun, not a hunting-fight or a competition fight. He's never had one of these before, and he wants to give Thor a good fight.
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"Howdy, Thor. I brought snacks, if anybody's interested in trying some." He surveys the group of competitors. "Interestin' crowd you've got here. Never wrestled a lion. Or a dinosaur."
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"WOOK!"
Or there was just a tiny fluffy raptor standing in the ring, watching Thor with intent interest, tail perked.
Where had she gotten the armor? Was that some poor sap's arm and shoulder piece? How had she even put it on?
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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.
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That doesn't mean she won't fight him, though.
"What say you?" she calls, approaching him from across the field. "My blade against the weapon of your choice."
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"Woo! Go Thor! Go Thor!"
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It waits in the center of the arena for its opponent to approach. This could be an interesting experience for both of them.
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He's muttering something to himself, about some damned overpriced lying shopkeepers. But then, at the sounds of weapon swinging, he immediately goes alert and pauses - and then sits down to watch, once he sees what's going on. An Asgardian fighting practice, excellent!
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She eyes Thor appraisingly from a distance, and he's definitely a powerful-looking specimen. For all that, she'd be inclined to assume he's just a regular old beefy white guy, except she's privy to nearly all the intelligence their war dogs bring in, and she's seen photographs of every appearance he's made on the planet to date.
"So," she calls out in greeting after a moment, "you're a god, ah? What are you doing playing around here?"
You're supposed to be in America somewhere, breaking things, my dude. If you've run out of crises, she's pretty sure she can find you one.
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And there is a warrior, checking his armor, waiting for someone to battle.
This could be interesting.
"Hey!" Peter enters the ring. He is currently wearing a finely tailored suit. But with a smile, he uses sonic speed to go home -- change into his X-Men uniform -- and come back to the ring. All within a few seconds.
"What are the rules?" If he is allowed to use his powers, it would be an interesting fight.
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But things happened back home as they always did and he found himself conflicted on what to do, how to feel about it. So he'd returned again to the Nexus. Figured it would be good to get that separation to think about things. Not to mention the fact that he had people here he could talk to if it came to that, and being around Peter tended to pick his mood up pretty handily, even without the beautiful spring weather to do the same.
Anyone near the sparring ring might notice the teen in the black and red spider costume. He'd heard about the sparring while he'd been patrolling and was curious. Figured it would be fun to watch people square off and who knew? Maybe he'd throw his hat in the ring. It was all in good fun it looked like, and what better way to keep his skills sharp? Practice made perfect after all.
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Don't mind Peter, over here snapping photos of some of the fights going on here and some of the more interesting characters on display. Kid loves to take pictures and if folks aren't careful they'll end up in some of his private Youtube videos to show to Ned or Miles later.
He seems to be in good spirits but he's not exactly asking for permission before he takes those snaps and selfies, either.
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