For Asgard!

It was amusing, because by Sif's standards even a ninety-five year-old was a child. And yet, he was considered too young looking for his age, an impossibility even. Of course that all depended on their respective age patterns, but still. He was impressive, both as a youngling and as an old man.

"Nothing is like Thor's hammer, I am fairly sure." Sif offered. Not many weapons were forged in the hearts of dying stars and given magical properties. In the right hands, however, even the flimsiest of them could make a difference. And neither Sif's nor Steve's were flimsy in the least. When he admitted to not knowing how her style of sword worked, Sif smiled. "I could show you. The SHIELD agent Melinda May tried it once, though she did not fight with it." She preferred her hands, if Sif remembered correctly. Fierce warrior, she was. Steve's explanation of how he worked his shield changed Sif's smile from polite admiration to mildly aroused enthusiasm. "You mean to say you consider your space and position relative to the adversary and throw the shield accordingly to ensure maximum damage and success? And you perform calculations in mere seconds to ensure it comes back to you. You employ mathematics." Fewer things got Sif's heart racing like good, sound, strategy. Especially when it took only seconds to establish. "You are a most impressive Migardian, Captain."

She was more blunt force, deflecting until an opening presented itself, then fighting them until they couldn't fight back. So on, and so forth, sometimes at the same time. Not that this did not also require strategy, but it was fairly straightforward. And it worked; Thor could vouch for that. Sif smiled brightly at the Captain's acceptance of her suggestion. "I am honored you accept!"