Chapter Two:
Subtle or Not So Subtle
Alayna can tell by Loki's subtle body language that he suspects something is going on. The slightest quickening of his steps, the tightening of his hand upon his cane. She holds back a little further not wanting to give herself away just yet,. She has to devise a way to cut him off, get him away from the crowd. Maybe she can move ahead of him and pull him into another alley. Manhandling a god sounds like fun and dangerous but she knows she is up to the challenge. Liking that plan, she teleports herself to an alley entrance two blocks ahead of her target before cloaking herself from prying eyes. Standing at the edge of the dark, litter-strewed alley she can hear her heart pounding in her ears in anticipation.
Loki is well aware of the moment the threat disappears behind him but he does not relax. Alarm bells still ring in his head. Every instinct tells him to be on guard. Little good it does him when he passes in front of an alley and an unseen force pulls him in and against a wall. It is only because he is startled that he allows to happen. Instantly his demeanor changes and his suit disappears to be replaced by his full Asgardian armor. For a moment he cannot see his attacker but can feel the first blow to his abdomen. Surprisingly, it has no effect, as if the attempt was made by a child but he is more than happy to respond in kind. Knowing that his unseen enemy has to be in front of him due to the direction of the blow, he directs his own at them.
Alayna is surprised herself. One, because the man is very solid. Two, she was actually able to get him into the alley and against the wall. Three, because his outfit changed. Four, he did not flinch at her blow. All these thoughts fly through her mind in a millisecond of distraction as his own blow hits home. While coughing up blood and what might be a lung, her next view is looking up, way up, into a pair of very angry eyes. Once her mind catches up with the action she realizes two things: that she is no longer cloaked and that she is very pissed.
Loki is more than ready to finish what he started until he sees his attacker, what looks to be a being of all of 90 pounds, in a mask, lying at his feet. He cannot decide to finish the job or laugh,instead he settles on what he does best, taunting. "My what do we have? An Avenger wanna be? A child playing dress up? Didn't someone tell you All Hallows Eve is over?" He pretends to pick a piece of lint off of himself while waiting to see what effect his words might have on the pitiful creature in front of him.
Alayna ignores his words and concentrates on being pissed as opposed to the pain she feels from the one blow the bastard has inflicted upon her. Without speaking, she rises to her feet, allowing that anger to reflect in her green eyes. Granted, she knows she is a horrible fighter and chides herself for trying but at the time it seemed so easy. Now, being a living weapon, she relies on what she does best, psi attacks. Allowing an feral smile to grace her face she concentrated on sending the man flying against the wall. Using telekinesis, she does just that. With the smallest gesture of her hand Loki goes careening down the ally into the opposite wall, It gives her a warm and tingly feeling. Hands to her side, stalking the fallen god, she flicks her wrists exposing the only true physical weapons she carries, her asps.