[ Loki tilts his head, assessing the slow crawl of power threading itself around his illusions. There is no hint of fear or frustration on his face, a cool blank slate. After a few minutes, he nods to himself. ]
Now.
[ He creates a target. An unassuming vase appears out of nowhere. ]
Your energy is a limb. Reach out and destroy this and then reign it back.
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Now.
[ He creates a target. An unassuming vase appears out of nowhere. ]
Your energy is a limb. Reach out and destroy this and then reign it back.