[Turn order got a little messed up, I think? So I'm going to just roll with this. From now on, assuming Loki will be going after Castiel.]
Loki couldn't attack and maintain his invisibility, but he was well aware of this flaw. As he sliced through the muscle of the man's leg, he covered himself with another illusion like a second skin, then invisibility.
The new illusion looked down on the now-bleeding man (Flynn? Eugene? Silly name either way.) dispassionately, curved dagger still in his hand, now dripping red. Loki glanced at Rapunzel. "The lady has no doubt been here longer than I, and she ought to know by now the game simply isn't played that way."
To add to the fun, he built another illusion, one of simple sound. Seemingly from down the hall, someone screamed, quite loudly.
Using the two distractions to buy time, Loki circled quickly around, away from the movements of the others, and moved toward Castiel. He sent another image of himself to the side to act as a distraction, then appeared beside Castiel himself, the angle between him and Kratos. "Really, my friend. You look awful to be charging about like an angry bull. You ought to sit." He rested his hand on Castiel's injured shoulder - how well he knew that injury now - and then squeezed with all the strength of a god. "Let me help you."
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Loki couldn't attack and maintain his invisibility, but he was well aware of this flaw. As he sliced through the muscle of the man's leg, he covered himself with another illusion like a second skin, then invisibility.
The new illusion looked down on the now-bleeding man (Flynn? Eugene? Silly name either way.) dispassionately, curved dagger still in his hand, now dripping red. Loki glanced at Rapunzel. "The lady has no doubt been here longer than I, and she ought to know by now the game simply isn't played that way."
To add to the fun, he built another illusion, one of simple sound. Seemingly from down the hall, someone screamed, quite loudly.
Using the two distractions to buy time, Loki circled quickly around, away from the movements of the others, and moved toward Castiel. He sent another image of himself to the side to act as a distraction, then appeared beside Castiel himself, the angle between him and Kratos. "Really, my friend. You look awful to be charging about like an angry bull. You ought to sit." He rested his hand on Castiel's injured shoulder - how well he knew that injury now - and then squeezed with all the strength of a god. "Let me help you."