Diana was familiar with magic, in terms of Gods, Goddesses, artifacts and imbued such things, but she was not familiar with things like this place. Then again, how could she be? She had spent most of her life on Themyscira and a heartbeat out among the humans, and that was all. Even her association with John Constantine had always had more to do with cursed objects and the storage thereof. Hiding things from the humans that would hurt themselves. Much like what they were doing today, taking a sparring match outside so that the building and its occupants didn’t suffer for what Diana was feeling.
Not that Thor would, of course. Diana was not the type to take her temper out on others, ever. But physical activity did relieve stress, and as she changed out of the clothes she’d worn to breakfast and into more comfortable ones to move around in, she was even more grateful to have met Thor. Prior to his arrival, she’d been relegated to running, basically. She hadn’t found the pool yet, but she had ascertained that the gym was totally useless to her. She could’ve used a treadmill, but she could run outside if she wanted to run.
And so she had, daily. It had not been as helpful as she might’ve liked, and so this offer to spar had come at a welcome time. She had jogged on her way out of the hotel, dark ponytail bouncing against the back of the sports bra she’d worn. Bright blue, as bright as the sky above them, and leggings. Sneakers. The humans understood comfort, she had to admit.
She stopped as Thor hailed her, not because she wasn’t enjoying the run, but because there were other things to do, and she looked up at him with a bright grin. “Indeed I have. Hopefully we don’t damage each other, either,” she teased, and she offered a hand to touch knuckles.
Diana was not one for waiting around, and this clear grassy space was as good as another. There were trees bordering them, and the hotel on the other side, but a large swath of grass between. It should be fine. Thor, no stranger to human habits either, reached out and bumped her knuckles... and Diana took that to mean go.
One foot slid back to stand her ground and give her weight, and the heel of her right hand slammed into Thor’s chest, midway, center of balance. Diana had been careful not to hit him as hard as she might’ve say, a tank, but she was not careful in the way she was with the humans, and Thor flew backward. He had not been ready, but the tree he hit seemed to be.
“Oh, heck,” she mumbled to herself, wondering if he’d been wrong and she’d hurt him after all. “Thor?”