[As Yasha shot thunder, Loki did something that was not expected. For someone previously proclaiming to be running away from a man of lightning, he sure seemed eager to intercept the projectile.

Loki landed on the ground below, smoking from the electrifying assault but visibly unharmed.]

I've picked up a few tricks fighting my brother. You'd figure someone should learn fighting the God of Thunder for many a millenia.

[As Loki turned to face Yasha, one would see that the front part of his coat had been singed off and that there was a scar on his chest that showed where the lightning hit its mark - a scar that was slowly healing.]

I would like to thank you for the heady dose of magical energy. Now I would like to demonstrate a further extent of my repertoire.

[Loki's eyes turned a fiery red in the darkness, piercing the night itself, making it bleed. He stretched an arm towards Yasha's direction and spoke in two voices.]

You will learn that I can turn you into more than a jester. When I'm through with you, you will beg to be my wench!!

[And at that interjection, it was as if Loki had unleashed winter in a concentrated blast.]