Katherine could not help but laugh. She had been so absorbed in her own misery, it had needed a frank 'give-no-fucks'-greeting to cut through it. A glance at the man told her that he would be a perfect fit for the human emo scene.
She got up to her feet and spared another chuckle. However, when she began speaking, her tone turned neutral. "I have trained in martial combat for two and a half years. Most of the training I received from my uncle. But I did sessions with my aunt, my father as well as other people from the island. Most notably Eggsy. I lack in actual fighting experience, notably because the island provides limited opportunities. I had supervised combats through doors and some with creatures on the island. My training with my uncle focused on wrestling, staff and spear. Sif and my father trained me in the arts of sword and dagger techniques. Their own training has been received in Asgard, realm of the Norse Gods.
As for rules, don't treat me like a little girl." That was her most important rule. "I am tougher than I look. But while I do not mind bruises, my father does not take it kindly if his child receives serious damage. So I do not recommend it. What is your idea of these sessions? Do you wish to simply spar or is it more controlled training sessions you are after?"