Close as she is to the edge of the convoy, Sif's attention is immediately drawn by the foreign buzzing and blinking, turning to face the floating robots with arched brows.

She doesn't even hesitate to leap into action, sword flashing as she plows through the snow. She's heavy compared to a human, but she's wickedly fast and stronger than she looks. Even so, the little machines are hard targets, moving erratically within their pack to evade her.

A twist of her hands has a second blade springing from the hilt of her sword, now spear. It clips one, cleanly slicing off an engine and sending it careening, though Sif curses when an energy bolt misses her by a hair's breadth.