[She can hear the familiar call of Mjolnir. What should be a comfort becomes something else, as a new image takes hold.
The Rainbow Bridge: home of the sentry, road of the Gods. Testament to their race, breaking under Thor's onslaught. To hear of the Bifrost's destruction is one thing. To witness it is devastating.
Mind focused wholly on hands that aren't hers, on a weapon she will never call, Sif is unaware that in body she has reached out for her own staff. Standing, she strikes out.
She hits a nearby tree in rhythm to Thor's own blows against the Bridge. She cries out, as her brother's post is destroyed.
Her staff is a weapon meant to cut flesh, not wood. The sound of her exertions echo throughout the forest.]
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The Rainbow Bridge: home of the sentry, road of the Gods. Testament to their race, breaking under Thor's onslaught. To hear of the Bifrost's destruction is one thing. To witness it is devastating.
Mind focused wholly on hands that aren't hers, on a weapon she will never call, Sif is unaware that in body she has reached out for her own staff. Standing, she strikes out.
She hits a nearby tree in rhythm to Thor's own blows against the Bridge. She cries out, as her brother's post is destroyed.
Her staff is a weapon meant to cut flesh, not wood. The sound of her exertions echo throughout the forest.]