Loki
Loki scoffed. "I care not for what you do to this world." He said, ignoring Katara in favor of bartering. "I care for returning to my own realm. For that, I would request a brief stalling of your world devouring." His own magic was gathering in green wisps at his fingers. "If it comes to it, I shall not hesitate to kill - or attempt to kill - you in order to ensure my plans come to fruition." Most of it was a bluff. Loki supposed he did a lot of that. He needed assistance and did not doubt the dragon-man was psychotic enough to attempt to devour the cosmos.















Loki
Loki stepped back and swore in Dwarven. The throwing knives he had summoned seemed rather insubstantial against the layers of uru-like scales. He conjured a shadow form of himself as he teleported to a rooftop, focusing on distracting the beast with several sharp and light daggers. For all the good they did, as most bounced off and only a few sank.

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