"What? Why not? Do you actually think you can do something?" Still so proud and confident, Hela scoffed at her brother. Seeing him so angry was amusing. It reminded her of the field, back where Odin had died.
"You don't think you can actually beat me, could you?" From her arms emerged two swords. She gripped the handles tightly and turned to her brother.
She had swords, experience, and untapped rage. How could Thor possibly beat her?