vatheon | Enter Mischief

Who: Loki and you
Where: The forest
When: Nighttime
Style: As you please
Status: Open

[It was a deafening crash to the ground. Dozens of trees were uprooted or snapped in half in a charred trail that led to a small crater in a clearing. Echos of the rumbling could still be heard tens of minutes after the dust has settled. Though there is still some thick smoke in the hole, one close enough could see that something stirs within. One foot out. And then another. Followed by the swish of a coat's hem and the judging eyes of a man burdened with glorious purpose.
Loki does not like it when things don't go according to plan. He was bound and gagged by his brother and they were on their way back home when a force painfully yanked him from the bridge to Asgard. Now here we was - both drenched in seawater and partially on fire, unscathed but The reason behind the failure of the transport he had yet to discover. Right now he scanned his surroundings and scoffed in disapproval.

It was a realm he had never been in before. It was frustrating because now his body has to adjust itself to the system of mana in this world... that is, if there even is one here. He tried to generate fire. Nothing but sparks.

He's going to need time to figure out his next move, but there would be little of that for now. He can hear someone nearing the crash site, probably to investigate, and Loki had not the energy to teleport, cloak himself or even move. Whoever was approaching, Loki had to at least make sure it was a safe encounter. He can't make enemies now. At least not yet.

He took a throwing knife from a hidden pocket on his back and stabbed himself in the gut without wincing or flinching. He knows it will completely heal before the night is over. And as soon as that someone came into view, Loki put on a panicked face and screamed.]

Help!! Somebody, please!! Help me!!

[He grinned in his mind. So it begins]

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[ Yasha had hoped that Loki would display new skill or two, but he gained a little bit more than what he bargained for when the trickster began to deploy copies of himself. Bending the will of the scattered ice, several copies of Loki appeared brandishing the same magic that Yasha was beginning to loathe. While the sorcerer's comment certainly struck an ill cord with him, Yasha remained silent.

If he kept a calm and leveled head, there's no way he could possibly lose to the trickster. In the past, whenever he allowed his emotions to get the better of him, Asura always won their duels. Asura was the God of Wrath, so it doesn't come as a surprise that Asura's wrath is his power. As for Yasha, that would be the complete opposite for him.

Once the three Loki's began their icy assault, Yasha took a step back and braced himself. He moved nimbly in between the falling icicles, almost moving as fast as light itself to avoid getting struck. It was an impressive maneuver, one more likened to a dance rather than actual combat. However, he couldn't keep up this amazing speed for long and eventually Yasha began to counter the ice with his forearms in an attempt to block them. ]

[Though he knew the opponent was struggling, Loki also knew that Yasha was learning. He also felt that his mana dwindling and if he doesn't conclude this fight soon, he won't have enough energy to cushion whatever impact the other god is intent on delivering.

Now's the time to use that tactic.

He stopped shooting icicles and pretended to look tired. Though his two copies were still firing at Yasha, Loki doubled over and let his hands support his weight against his knees.

He was counting on Yasha to see this as an opening. It was a gamble, really. Loki had no idea that this little ploy of his will end things well for him.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins, making everything seem a lot slower yet faster at the same time. He locked his eyes on the other god's as he swiftly approaches.]

[ Moving as swiftly as the breeze itself, Yasha seemed to have learned much about his opponent's powers since this duel begun. No longer was he struggling to keep up with Loki and his dopplegangers, going as far as to parry the ice shards with his kicks instead of his fists. It would've been an impressive sight to behold for any spectator passing by. Yasha was on a roll and unfortunately the trickster noticed that.

A slight smirk almost settled on his lips once he saw that the real Loki fallen to fatigue. The other two, which he assumed were fake, continued pelting him with ice magic while the real one gasped for air. Deciding this would be a fine time to end this bout, Yasha suddenly vanished completely from view only to reappear an inch away from the real Loki with a punch hurled towards his face. ]

This ends now!

[The point of impact rumbled so loud that it rivaled that of Loki's crash arrival. Yasha had smashed a punch into Loki's point blank. On contact, his arms went limp and the two Loki clones have disappeared. Yasha's fist remains in Loki's face, which now appeared to bleed and have cracked like brittle ice. Not a twitch nor breath came from the Trickster's body.

Silence.

It was all over.

That is, until Loki started laughing. ]

I'm impressed. That would have definitely killed me.

[A hand gripped the arm that was still connected to Loki's face]

But, I believe I told you...

[Another hand swiftly clutched Yasha's face.]

...a god can learn new tricks in a fight.

[Maniacal was Loki's laughter - his face still broken and bleeding, though now slowly mending - as he firmly held onto Yasha's resisting head and slowly drained his life force. To make matters worse, the other hand was encrusting Yasha's body in ice.]

[ A look of regret lingered on Yasha's gaze once he realized he caught the sorcerer. Lamenting over what should've been his triumph, Yasha was just about to cleanse his hand of the blood and ice until Loki's shrill laughter reached his ears. ]

What!?

[ Before he had the chance to realize this was a trap, the trickster grabbed his arm with a vice-like grip. Now locking his gaze with the Loki, a look of pure anguish settled in Yasha's eyes once he felt his energy slowly began to slip away. ]

You faked it...

[ The harsh bite of the ice against his flesh was enough to wrench a few pained groans from him but Yasha did his best to keep them at bay. He wasn't about to give Loki the satisfaction of knowing he won. ]

Oh, don't be such a sour puss. I will make sure no bards shall ever sing of the humiliating fall of a god in the hands of Loki Laufeyson.

[The odds were in his favor. Though his face still stings from Yasha's punch, he took pleasure in forcing him into a kneel. He was resisting the ice spell and the energy Loki was draining didn't seem to have an end.

No matter. He already made his point. He has made his presence known. He need not destroy or considerably harm Yasha.

At least not yet.]

But should the bards be stubborn and bold and sing of this anyway, what would be the name of the man who had the honor of experiencing my power?

[ Loki Laufeyson? Yasha planned to commit that name to memory. It's quite evident that the trickster is a threat and Yasha would be a fool not to watch his every movement here in Vatheon. Should he live, Loki just made a rather powerful enemy out of gloomy Demigod. ]

You may have bested me now but don't get cocky.

[ Those words came out as a faint whisper now that most of his energy had been drained. Struggling to stay conscious now, the reluctant Demigod answered Loki with a look of defiance within his golden gaze. ]

I'm Yasha of the Seven Deities, the God of Melancholy. This won't be the last time we shall meet.

[Loki let go of Yasha, letting his body drop with a small thud in the ground. He had absorbed enough mana from the god to last him weeks without sustenance.

He raised a hand, whispered a few words and snapped his fingers. At once, all the ice that had stuck to the ground and the trees began to melt. All the scorch marks from Yasha's lightning assault was blown away. Everything shattered, splintered and broken in the fight had been mended and put together - making it seem like that epic battle between gods never happened at all.

Lastly, Loki raised a hand over Yasha's crumpled body on the floor and light emanated from his body. The trickster healed all the ice cuts and burns from Yasha's body. He recovered everything except for the energy he had drained.]

So that anyone who passes by will think you just tripped and decided to sleep here. Saves on the embarrassment and such...

[Loki straightened up his clothes and slicked back his hair. His face had already completely mended.]

I would like to thank you for your most gracious welcome. But, forgive me, I must now depart. I must see this world and its inhabitants and judge them accordingly.

You will see me again, God of Melancholy. I pray that by then you are stronger.

[He laughed as he vanished into thin air, leaving only echos of his laughter and the cold of winter. Loki was going to enjoy his stay here in this new world.]

[ As he fell to the ground, Yasha couldn't help but curse himself mentally. How could he possibly be this weak? All that energy that Loki stole from him was once the prayers of his practitioners, the souls of billions and billions of people. Try as he might to protect the mantra from being squandered by his own brethren, Yasha now finds himself utterly helpless to stop Loki from stealing it. This was beyond humiliating for the Demigod, another blow against his pride. ]

Don't you dare...

[ Before he could say thing, the trickster was gone and so was any evidence of their duel. Uncertain whether he should be thankful to still be alive, Yasha used what little energy he had left to lift himself from the ground. There was no way he could hope to fly or even walk at this point to safer ground. What Loki did will severely hinder him for the days to come, a loathsome fact that Yasha honestly hated. ]

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GG ^_^

oh man, this was wild!