[A little reassurance to Lucretia, despite the fact Taako hasn't moved from his spot; he wasn't concerned about Loki hurting her, more just about Loki scaring her. At some point he might've gotten a kick out of it, but not right now.
There's no rebuke coming for Loki, just a suggestion:]
Your utter lack of regard for going too far is also impressive, (she replies coolly; but she won't cast anything at him in retaliation. This is specifically what she asked for, after all, for him to break her magic. Of course he's going to come at it from different angles.)
(Lucretia is also going for the big guns! She's casting prismatic wall, which she shapes into a sphere for convenience. This is one of the highest level spells she can cast, and it's a doozy: a layered shield with seven levels to it, all in different colours.
It won't take Loki's magic at all. The red layer on top absorbs the magic, then immediately throws back a fireball in retaliation.)
[ Loki pauses briefly, his expression conflicted. Then he exhales quietly. Ridges appear on his face, brief flickering lines that seem to rise and fall with each breath.
And then the temperature drops rapidly. While Jotuns are weak to fire, their ice is extremely potent. It cuts through flame, rock and god-flesh like it's nothing. When Loki opens his eyes, they're red. ]
(She doesn't notice that he's doing anything until the temperature noticeably plummets.
Assuming it's another trick, she glances up, then ends up staring. She's never seen him use this power before, and he looks almost frightening with blood red eyes, the ridges rising across his face. Her gaze flicks nervously toward Taako, then back to Loki.)
You... have a lot of tricks up your sleeve, don't you?
[Taako, for his part, is taking the change entirely in stride, having seen Loki without his disguise before. The look he gives Lucretia is almost challenging, as if daring her to say something about it, which means he's telling her not to say something. They've had enough silent conversations that he knows how to get ideas across without talking out loud. ]
[ Loki unconsciously swipes his finger across his face. He knows the ridges are there, but he's never touched them. Never looks at himself like this in the mirror. There's something ironic about his true self being the one thing that cuts him the hardest. ]
(She catches that glance and widens her eyes a little in return, in a'what the fuck is going on' way, but it's something they can talk about it later. For now she'll take the hint, and hold all of her questions.
The first layer of her shield abruptly shatters above her as the temperature continues to drop.)
(Yep, there goes the second layer. Which is strange, because that one is supposed to only be dispelled by strong wind magic. Lucretia watches it break with a frown on her face.
[ Loki just watches as it splinters through. When it gets closer, he will ease up. The worst kind of cold the Jotun can deliver comes from touch, but he doesn't want to take that chance. ]
(Three down, four to go, but Lucretia is starting to feel that cold seeping through. It's both frustrating and interesting to watch. Her magic won't even retaliate properly, it's as if Loki's ice is smothering it. The fourth level shatters without so much as an attempt at firing back the poison damage that it should.
The fifth level puts up a brief fight. It's the ice one, dispelled only by fire damage, and Lucretia watches it hopefully, but... no cigar. The moment it starts to crack she sighs, and her breath appears in front of her in a little puff of cloud.)
(She folds her arms lightly across her front as she watches her magic buckle. It's getting kinda chilly in here! The fifth level finally gives way, and Loki's power immediately starts in on the sixth; Lucretia glances out at him.)
And just to check– you're not feeling any kind of paralysis. No restraint, nothing keeping you from moving or continuing your spell. (What gives! The sixth layer is also supposed to stop spells from being cast through it. Stupid ninth level shield wall. It's useless.)
[He says this to Lucretia as he flings off a high level magic missile, watching the spell fizzle uselessly before it even reaches her shields. It's a little reminiscent of the anti magic field she put on him, but not enough to be too troubling.
With that, to fully demonstrate the strength of the spell, Taako gets to his feet and walks to the wall of the shield. After a deep breath, he steps in and immediately goes still because he rolled a 15 on the constitution save.]
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[ It was a small taste of his experiences in the void. He's still tense though, waiting for some kind of blow. ]
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[A little reassurance to Lucretia, despite the fact Taako hasn't moved from his spot; he wasn't concerned about Loki hurting her, more just about Loki scaring her. At some point he might've gotten a kick out of it, but not right now.
There's no rebuke coming for Loki, just a suggestion:]
Maybe stick to blunt force from now on.
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One more, I think, if you don't mind?
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[ Let's get this over with. Gathering up his magic once more, he goes for the full on assault. His magic batters the shields from all angles. ]
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It won't take Loki's magic at all. The red layer on top absorbs the magic, then immediately throws back a fireball in retaliation.)
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Why do you have a rainbow shield.
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Each layer reflects a specific kind of magic; the colours are specific.
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[ He just keeps adding on the pressure. ]
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Lucretia hums, and glances at her nails.)
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And then the temperature drops rapidly. While Jotuns are weak to fire, their ice is extremely potent. It cuts through flame, rock and god-flesh like it's nothing. When Loki opens his eyes, they're red. ]
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Assuming it's another trick, she glances up, then ends up staring. She's never seen him use this power before, and he looks almost frightening with blood red eyes, the ridges rising across his face. Her gaze flicks nervously toward Taako, then back to Loki.)
You... have a lot of tricks up your sleeve, don't you?
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Yes.
[ It's barely a murmur. ]
The best trick of all.
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The first layer of her shield abruptly shatters above her as the temperature continues to drop.)
Huh.
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[ Thankfully, jotun-ice tends to cut through most elements like butter. You'd need demon fire or something far stronger to hold up to it. ]
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Guess it just be like that when you're a god.)
And yet...
(The third is starting to splinter.)
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Let me know if — [ Loki cuts himself off. ]
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The fifth level puts up a brief fight. It's the ice one, dispelled only by fire damage, and Lucretia watches it hopefully, but... no cigar. The moment it starts to crack she sighs, and her breath appears in front of her in a little puff of cloud.)
I thought I'd get you on that one.
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I am cheating a little bit.
[ After all, he normally doesn't rely or use this power. ]
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(She folds her arms lightly across her front as she watches her magic buckle. It's getting kinda chilly in here! The fifth level finally gives way, and Loki's power immediately starts in on the sixth; Lucretia glances out at him.)
And just to check– you're not feeling any kind of paralysis. No restraint, nothing keeping you from moving or continuing your spell. (What gives! The sixth layer is also supposed to stop spells from being cast through it. Stupid ninth level shield wall. It's useless.)
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[ He glances at Taako quizzically before turning back to Lucretia. ]
Is that a real thing?
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[To show him what it looks like when someone who isn't a god tries to break through prismatic wall.]
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All right.
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[He says this to Lucretia as he flings off a high level magic missile, watching the spell fizzle uselessly before it even reaches her shields. It's a little reminiscent of the anti magic field she put on him, but not enough to be too troubling.
With that, to fully demonstrate the strength of the spell, Taako gets to his feet and walks to the wall of the shield. After a deep breath, he steps in and immediately goes still because he rolled a 15 on the constitution save.]
Motherfucker.
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