Taking a deep breath, Sif accepted her fate. This was how it was going to end then. She'd been saved by Loki only to die trying to protect him. The monster lunged, his snarling, fang-filled face inches from her own as she drew what she thought to be her last breath. Suddenly, there was a roar from the beast as the tip of her own spear appeared out of its gruesome mouth. Black blood poured from the wound and coated her chest and hands as she stared up at it in shock.