[He takes a step back, covering his belt with one hand to stop her from replacing the knife.]
You must show me. You have given me no reason to appreciate your great power - for the moment, you are all talk. And believe me, with that clumsy tongue you could do little worse for yourself than talk.
[He stands with his arms at his side, feet slightly apart, well-planted.]
[She knows that regardless of if she ever actually attacks him or not, he'll still lie. He already has, he's already accused her of hurting him, so it would be stupid to assume he'd keep that to himself.
He wants a display of power, so she gives him one. The only warning something is going to happen is the slight bending of her knees before she's in the air and her leg is lashing out, a solid kick aimed for his chest with just enough force in it to wind him, knock him back maybe, but not enough to break any bones.]
[The speed and suddenness of her attack is no less than awe-inspiring. As Loki stumbles backwards several steps with a soft gasp, he doubts that even Sif could have evaded that one. The wind feels half knocked out of him.
He steadies himself, planting his feet shoulder-width apart to stop his stumbling. He touches his chest with a couple of fingertips. That kick might even leave a bruise, as he's without his armor. He's never seen a mortal human with such strength. He looks at her, calculating.]
I've seen worse.
[That's some high praise right there, Cass.]
You were something of a fighter in your own world, were you not?
[He whips around and, with speed that could create its own slipstream, hurls three knives at the wall in quick succession. They're just visible through the holographic foliage, sticking straight outwards. Then he takes his shortsword and throws that too. He needs to add a certain spin to it, as it is not meant to be thrown and is not aerodynamic. But it hits where he wants it to, high up on the wall about five feet above the throwing knives.]
Climb the knives and retrieve the sword.
[This was a drill they used to do as children. He'd mastered it eventually, but pulling knives out of rock had been extremely difficult for him as a child. He hadn't had the strength.]
[The words are barely out of his mouth before she's off, his intent obvious even before he's finished throwing the sword. This is good, it's a way to show off and honestly, this kind of thing is just fun for her.
She runs up the wall and ignores the first two knives completely, only using the top one for a hand hold once she's run out of momentum. She pulls herself the rest of the way up and leaps for the sword, gets her hand around the hilt of it and plants her feet against the wall. With a hard tug, it comes free and she does a backflip off the wall, twisting in the air so that when she lands, she's facing Loki.
Sword in hand, she leaves the knives where they are and walks back to him.]
[He watches this feat, much more impressed than he'd like to admit. She moves like some sort of mountain goat, or like the ratatosks of his own home in Asgard. And she's strong enough to pull a sword from solid wall. It had punctured deep, too. He looks down upon the small, mortal powerhouse with the sword in her hands.]
Close your eyes and throw the sword. Let it hit the same spot that I hit.
[She doesn't turn. She remembers where the knives are, she can see the whole thing in her head still, so there's no need to double check. Instead she keeps her eyes on him until she spins and releases the sword, her form almost identical to his.
It should look the same, she learned it from him the moment he did it. The sword strikes in the same spot, nearly at the same angle, and when she faces him again she just waits, curious if he'll have more tests for her or not.]
[If she was Asgardian, she'd have been a shieldmaiden. She'd have been better than Sif, better than the warriors. He'd probably have hated her there, too. He watches her performance closely. He's noticing a pattern.]
Stay where you are.
[He turns and heads through the forest, only about twenty feet, but behind several trees. She cannot see his face or body except in the slightest shadows.]
Catch my knife.
[He counts slowly to seven in his head. Then he throws the knife hard, straight at her. It zips straight through the hard-light trees, which burst out of existence in its wake. It aims straight for Cassandra's chest.]
[The shadows make it harder, but not impossible. She sees his plan as he stalks off, is ready long before he tells her what he wants. It's impressive, the way he moves so fast, it's something she wishes he could use to spar with her instead of trying to kill her, but he seems pretty set on her death.
He throws and she sidesteps, plucks the knife from the air easily and flips it over and over in her hand as she makes her way over to him. Maybe she should say something, but she doesn't want to yet. If she speaks she'll probably say the wrong thing, mess up whatever little bit of progress they might be making. If he didn't already know, she'd cut her hand open to show him she doesn't feel pain either, but he does know. It'd be a waste of time to do that and besides, Merlin would probably get that pinched look his face gets when he worries about her.
When she reaches Loki, she reaches out to put the knife back in the holder on his belt like she had tried to do before, only to have him block her.]
[Does it count as manipulation if you recognize that someone is trying to talk you into doing something and you make the decision to do it anyway? She isn't sure, but she's also not sure she wants to hit him again just because he wants her to again.]
Hit you where? You tell me... how, where, with what, maybe I will.
[He says this with a slightly mad smile, though compared to how mad his mindset can become he is very calm and collected right now. This is all an experiment.]
[He is fast, but this is a very stupid idea. A mistake here would mean killing her inmate and she doesn't really want to have to deal with the fallout of that along with the crushing guilt that would come with murdering even Loki.]
Pointless demonstration. I won't- use full force, full speed. Will make sure... you catch it.
That will not do at all, and you know it. If I am expecting an attack at full force, I may be unable to dodge an attack just a fraction of a moment slower. No. Aim true, throw with all of your strength. And we shall see what sort of warrior you are.
[He's standing tall, with his arms crossed. He won't take "no" for an answer, clearly. And he'll probably fly into a temper if she walks away.]
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23/4/13 03:11 (UTC)You must show me. You have given me no reason to appreciate your great power - for the moment, you are all talk. And believe me, with that clumsy tongue you could do little worse for yourself than talk.
[He stands with his arms at his side, feet slightly apart, well-planted.]
And I do not believe you could hit me, anyway.
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4/5/13 02:05 (UTC)He wants a display of power, so she gives him one. The only warning something is going to happen is the slight bending of her knees before she's in the air and her leg is lashing out, a solid kick aimed for his chest with just enough force in it to wind him, knock him back maybe, but not enough to break any bones.]
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5/5/13 02:39 (UTC)He steadies himself, planting his feet shoulder-width apart to stop his stumbling. He touches his chest with a couple of fingertips. That kick might even leave a bruise, as he's without his armor. He's never seen a mortal human with such strength. He looks at her, calculating.]
I've seen worse.
[That's some high praise right there, Cass.]
You were something of a fighter in your own world, were you not?
[He whips around and, with speed that could create its own slipstream, hurls three knives at the wall in quick succession. They're just visible through the holographic foliage, sticking straight outwards. Then he takes his shortsword and throws that too. He needs to add a certain spin to it, as it is not meant to be thrown and is not aerodynamic. But it hits where he wants it to, high up on the wall about five feet above the throwing knives.]
Climb the knives and retrieve the sword.
[This was a drill they used to do as children. He'd mastered it eventually, but pulling knives out of rock had been extremely difficult for him as a child. He hadn't had the strength.]
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5/5/13 03:15 (UTC)She runs up the wall and ignores the first two knives completely, only using the top one for a hand hold once she's run out of momentum. She pulls herself the rest of the way up and leaps for the sword, gets her hand around the hilt of it and plants her feet against the wall. With a hard tug, it comes free and she does a backflip off the wall, twisting in the air so that when she lands, she's facing Loki.
Sword in hand, she leaves the knives where they are and walks back to him.]
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5/5/13 03:42 (UTC)Close your eyes and throw the sword. Let it hit the same spot that I hit.
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5/5/13 03:57 (UTC)It should look the same, she learned it from him the moment he did it. The sword strikes in the same spot, nearly at the same angle, and when she faces him again she just waits, curious if he'll have more tests for her or not.]
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5/5/13 04:10 (UTC)Stay where you are.
[He turns and heads through the forest, only about twenty feet, but behind several trees. She cannot see his face or body except in the slightest shadows.]
Catch my knife.
[He counts slowly to seven in his head. Then he throws the knife hard, straight at her. It zips straight through the hard-light trees, which burst out of existence in its wake. It aims straight for Cassandra's chest.]
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5/5/13 04:25 (UTC)He throws and she sidesteps, plucks the knife from the air easily and flips it over and over in her hand as she makes her way over to him. Maybe she should say something, but she doesn't want to yet. If she speaks she'll probably say the wrong thing, mess up whatever little bit of progress they might be making. If he didn't already know, she'd cut her hand open to show him she doesn't feel pain either, but he does know. It'd be a waste of time to do that and besides, Merlin would probably get that pinched look his face gets when he worries about her.
When she reaches Loki, she reaches out to put the knife back in the holder on his belt like she had tried to do before, only to have him block her.]
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5/5/13 04:59 (UTC)Now, try to hit me. If you do, Cassandra, you will not hurt me. I am protected by more than just armor.
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5/5/13 05:01 (UTC)Already hit you. Think you'll learn... something new, this time?
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5/5/13 05:04 (UTC)[He gives her a cool, calculated smile.]
Do you not wish to gain my trust? How can I trust one who turns a deaf ear to my wishes?
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5/5/13 05:10 (UTC)Hit you where? You tell me... how, where, with what, maybe I will.
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5/5/13 05:29 (UTC)[He says this with a slightly mad smile, though compared to how mad his mindset can become he is very calm and collected right now. This is all an experiment.]
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9/5/13 22:18 (UTC)Pointless demonstration. I won't- use full force, full speed. Will make sure... you catch it.
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20/5/13 04:23 (UTC)[He's standing tall, with his arms crossed. He won't take "no" for an answer, clearly. And he'll probably fly into a temper if she walks away.]