He took her hand and gave her a dashing grin before giving it a light kiss and leading her further into the training room.
"I had thought that, for a change, we might face some of thine favourite opponents from midgard. Or midgard culture I suppose." He looked to the ceiling and projected his voice. "Mayhap we couldst begin now dear room?"
It took a moment but the room did set up the scenario. They were in the middle of range of mountains, light snow on the ground and a good breeze in the air. And if one looked in the distance, Asgard's walls could be made out. "I hath tried to make the environment a bit like back home," he said over the wind before he was cut off by a distant roar. Brandr grinned. "It ist not quite the same as the one ye hath fought, but I do hope it shall do."
As he spoke a dragon could be seen flying into view. It was smaller than the one she'd fought, and had a different shade to it, but seemed more than ferocious enough. "I do believe the program begins with the fictional foe first milday, though the other should prove a distraction enough during the first fight." And to explain what he was talking about, something dropped from the dragon's back and landed not far from them, the reverberations could really be felt.
"A balrog it wast called?" He asked lightly as he drew his sword. "I believe it wouldst be a good start."
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