A few minutes later Harry found himself in a training ground, he was standing inside a a sandy area, stood in a bit marked by a white circle while Padfoot, Sif, Fandral and Volstagg were stood outside of the circle on Harry's right side. Opposite them on Harry's left side were a group of about twenty Asgardian soldiers.
"Remind me what I'm supposed to be doing again." Harry said to the group.
"It is important for an Asgardian to keep sharp and to always practice." Volstagg replied. "And who better for them to practice with than you?"
"Exactly," Fandral nodded. "they'll just come out one at a time then you and your opponent will battle it out until one of you is unable to continue, then the winner can go on to the next person. We want to see how long the mighty Grim can last." Fandral grinned.
"Fine," Harry sniffed before looking at the Asgardian soldiers. "how strong and durable are they?" Harry asked.
"Not quite the level of Thor or even myself and the Warrior's Three," Sif answered. "they shouldn't be too much of a problem for you."
"Alright," Harry said as he rolled his shoulders. "let's go." He added when his wand flicked into his hand. Padfoot whined before he lowered his head and covered his eyes with his paws.
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A short while later Padfoot had removed his paws and saw the Asgardian soldiers were all groaning in a pile outside of the circle, the two members of the Warrior's Three were looking suitably impressed by Harry who was standing, looking as bored as can be.
Harry had guessed that each Asgardian he had just fought and Steve would be roughly the same level of strength, speed, stamina, etc. Though the Asgardians would probably be a bit better. However all that physical strength meant nothing when their opponent was able to take them out before they got close. Of course Harry knew that it would be different if they had used any of their long distance weapons.
"Grim." Harry heard Lady Sif call as she entered the white circle while holding a sword, it wasn't her usual sword, Sif's usual sword was a unique, straight bladed sword with a shaped edge, with a handle long enough to be used with one or both hands. The one she held in her hands was a simple broadsword. "that was impressive, though perhaps we can see how you can fight with a regular weapon." She said as she gestured to a rack full of swords.
"If that's what you want." Harry said as his wand disappeared. The body of his armour appeared over him, he pulled a black katana out of it before his armor disappeared. "Don't worry," Harry said as his clothes shifted so the only thing he was wearing on his upper body was a black T-Shirt. "this sword isn't magical at all." Harry said as he took a fighting stance.
"I'll take your word for it." Sif said as she also got into a fighting stance. "Are you ready?"
"As I will ever be." Harry answered.
Sif did not waste time and charged straight at him, she swung her sword down at Harry who side stepped to avoid it, Harry swiped at her but she was quickly able to block it with her own sword. She swung the sword at his midsection but Harry was able to jump back to avoid it. She swung for his left foot but Harry lifted his right foot up and slammed it down on top of the sword, pushing the tip to the ground.
"You're good." Harry complimented her as he put his other foot on the sword as well.
"Thank you." She said before using her brute strength to push the sword upwards, Harry pushed off of the sword into a backflip, he landed as gracefully as a cat and quickly rushed forwards, Sif managed to block him in time, she swung for his head, Harry ducked and went for her leg. She stepped back to avoid the strike and with a speed that Harry did not expect she went for his head. Harry leaned back but the sword left a big cut on the side of his face.
Sif saw the cut and was on the verge of apologizing when Harry looked at her with a smirk, she jumped back so she was out of his reach. She watched as the cut healed before her very eyes. With a quick shake of his head Harry was back into a fighting stance.
He charged at her and swung his sword at her head, Sif raised her own weapon to block when Harry's sword suddenly changed directions and went for her midsection. She jumped back, barely avoiding it, but Harry seemed to have expected that because the sword had swung all the way around so the handle was now facing her, Harry slammed the sword handle into her midsection, pushing her back a few steps.
"Impressive." Sif smiled at him.
"You drew first blood, had to make you pay." Harry smirked before he charged at the her.
"My friend," Fandral whispered to Volstagg. "it appears to me that the lovely Lady Sif is enjoying herself."
"I concur," Volstagg agreed as he looked at Sif who was focused on Harry while also allowing herself brief smiles in-between swinging her sword "what about you? What do you think?" Volstagg asked Padfoot.
"Woof." Padfoot barked and nodded at the same time.
"What did he say?" Fandral asked.
"I'm guessing that he agreed with us." Volstagg relied, earning another from Padfoot.
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