Again Freyja lamented her lack of sword: she really was excellent with a sword, but she had learned plenty of modern martial arts in the modern world. Krav maga had become a particular favourite, the aggressive defense and offense of it appealing to the warrior part of her nature.
And so, if the spirit would not leave her brother willingly then he would be forced. "If I must kill Freyr to free him," she said, "then that's what I'll do." Freyr would come back and he would be free when he did, and she knew it was what he would want. Freyr would be appalled to have this thing walking around the city, using Freyr's good name to commit its crimes.
The first punch that Freyja threw didn't hold back, a straight strike to the throat, instantly ready to react to whatever he did next.