"You sell yourself short Harry Dresden." Sif quipped in reply to his stating he was okay. Normally Sif preferred to keep a calmer head, to not fall into the trappings of enjoying a battle, but Knowhere had now seen two grand displays since she had arrived here and both of them had been the likes of which that would make any Asgardian jealous they had missed it. Oh how the Warriors Three would bemoan that fate one she had returned from whence she came. They would drink and feast, laugh and probably fight over the fact Sif had not once tried to summon them (because she was not about to mention she had, and it had not worked). For now however, there were monsters to slay and, while Elsa and her guardians worked forward, that left Sif, Harry, and Torunn, to hold the line behind them.
There t'was not a trio in any of the nine realms she knew whom Sif believed could have done it better.
"We stand our ground here, just inside the mouth of the passage and we kill any beast what tries to makes its way past." It was hardly much of a plan at all but at least here, with the narrowing span of the corridor, they could better control the numbers that advanced on them -- at least assuming this Reaper itself didn't decide to expand the thing. Sif had never battled inside a living monster before and she did not at all relish the way the landscape itself was an ally to the horde, but the plan seemed like one that would do. "We will seal the hole with the dead if need be and buy our allies the time they need to see this monster dead and gone." Sif gave one, defiant, stomp of her foot as she cleaned the blade of blood by swiping it through the air.
It seemed however that the Wizard himself had some scheme afoot. Sif wouldn't pretend to know what he was up to, wouldn't even hazard a guess as what magics he might be about to conjure, but what she would do was trust him. What she'd seen him do already was more than enough reason and the fact that he seemed as vested as she in the protection of these people and the mission as she? Well, that just earned Harry a firm nod of compliance from the Asgardian woman as she uncoupled the blade and returned to her sword-and-shield style.
It wasn't hard to spot her target either, with the hulking, lumbering, oversized figure standing out if only due to it's height. The fact that its arm seemed to be, near as Sif could tell, made into some form of canon? Well. If Harry wanted a thing to fire on them, if she was going to trust that he had some kind of magic plan in place that would make that a fools action, then that would have been her choice. So it was that Sif stepped up to the front, and drew her sword down in a hard CLANG against the shield. She'd make a target of herself, she make all the racket in the world until the thing fired upon her out of annoyance if nothing else.