It was official; she didn't understand a word this fool was saying. It hardly mattered though, when his intention was clear; he intended chaos, and with the powers and weaponry of her lord and friend. If it was war he wanted... well, she was the goddess of the artform.
Her sword came up to meet his hammer, matching him blow for blow. His erratic pattern was annoying, but hardly a deterrent to her incredible skill, but even in spite of than, she was unable to land a killing blow on her opponent.
Sif couldn't even tell if she was doing much damage to him, the way he kept coming at her, and it soon became clear that strength and skill alone were not going to be enough to take down this foe. She would have to think of something far more clever if she were going to stop him.