He had expected the elf to have some semblance of actual sense in his head but, apparently, asking for that was a bridge too far. He stepped clear out of his shop, into the open street with Loki, and hefted that sword up like it was made of feathers and spun dreams. Loki had just stabbed himself in the foot--he couldn't use any flashy magic now to try and escape, not with a crowd watching, and he couldn't very well flee--his reputation would never recover.
He shifted his wrists and, abruptly, where his hands were empty they suddenly both held black bladed, serpentine daggers. It was not a wise choice of weaponry to contest a large sword, but it was the best he had.
"I shall not run from the likes of you," he snapped, with more bravado than he felt, in a last attempt to win the crowd to his side. They, unsurprisingly, seemed unwilling to fight a very tall, very muscled, sword wielding smith on his behalf. Double damn.
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He had expected the elf to have some semblance of actual sense in his head but, apparently, asking for that was a bridge too far. He stepped clear out of his shop, into the open street with Loki, and hefted that sword up like it was made of feathers and spun dreams. Loki had just stabbed himself in the foot--he couldn't use any flashy magic now to try and escape, not with a crowd watching, and he couldn't very well flee--his reputation would never recover.
He shifted his wrists and, abruptly, where his hands were empty they suddenly both held black bladed, serpentine daggers. It was not a wise choice of weaponry to contest a large sword, but it was the best he had.
"I shall not run from the likes of you," he snapped, with more bravado than he felt, in a last attempt to win the crowd to his side. They, unsurprisingly, seemed unwilling to fight a very tall, very muscled, sword wielding smith on his behalf. Double damn.