Chapter Three:
Seriously?
As Loki finds himself bouncing off the wall all the while thinking that didn't go as expected. The small creature actually as some sort of power. He knows he can be too cocky but really can't help himself. After all, it is rather amusing to piss people off and he succeeded very well this time. Now to find out with whom or what he is dealing. He shakes it off and returns to his taunting behavior, plastering a smug smile to his face as his attacker moves toward him with weapons exposed. "Cute toys but I prefer mine better." With those words he produces his daggers and throws them in a heartbeat.
Alayna has just enough time to think, "oh shit" and hit the ground as they pass over her head. Still not saying a word she smiles again and sends them sailing back in his direction watching as he deflects him with his gauntlet. Getting up, she continues to move in his direction.
Loki gets up from the ground as well and continues to fish. "Nice trick. Not too many people can get the best of The God of Mischief. You certainly cannot be human. Mutant? Alien? What? Cat got your tongue? At least give me a name so I can address you properly or should I give you one? How about The Masked Mine? The Really Short Mage?" Getting no answer he prepares himself for the next test. Using his own special ability he casts a spell on his attacker, binding the individual in place with magic. Knowing that the they will not be able to move, he takes his time circling around them, enjoying the sense of helplessness his victim must be feeling.
Magic, just great! Why didn't I plan for that. Alayna chides herself for not knowing her enemy better. Now she cannot move and she looks ridiculous while being at the mercy of the man she really wants to kill. Let him think he has got the best of her. Again, her thoughts chase each other as she watches Loki gloat and circle her. Little does he know she is not completely helpless but even that thought is ridiculous considering the position she is in. Okay, now to play a game. Lets see if she can manipulate the God of Mischief into underestimating her again. "You can call me Eidelon." She gives him that much through gritted teeth.
"Ah! It speaks or should I say, she speaks. Eidelon, a vengeful spirit. I like it." He continues to circle her. "Let me guess. I am responsible for the death of your father? Your mother? Your puppy? It was really nothing personal. I was not myself at the time." He stops in front of her, waiting for a response.
Alayna looks up and up again to look him straight in the eye. "None of the above. But you are responsible for the death of my fellow New Yorkers, people I have sworn to protect." She is almost willing to give him brownie points for knowing the meaning of her chosen moniker. Almost.
"So you are just another Midgarden holding a grudge. Sorry to disappoint you but I am not planning on dying today so you are just wasting your time and energy, though I must admit, this has been very entertaining." Knowing that it will annoy her, he takes his hands and removes the hood of her jacket from her head. "A redhead. No wonder you have such an attitude." He reaches up to touch the edge of her mask looking for a reaction and gets it. Cold, green eyes give him a look of death. Willing to allow her some dignity, he removes his hand. "Now tell me Eidelon, what are you? How did one such of yourself get so much ...power? How did you come to weld such magic?"
Of all the things he could have done and said, the "M" word is what really pushes her buttons. Before she can even reign in her emotions she goes on a tirade. "Magic?! Seriously! Why does everyone assume it is magic! It is not magic you pretentious bastard! I don't need magic to do my job but everyone has to assume that's what it is. It is more than magic you asshole." So desiring to move she wiggles in his restrictive trap before realizing he is standing there laughing at her.