Arriving in the arena was different. Between the loss of his powers and then being at full strength all over again, Loki was a bit baffled by this entire situation. Why would anyone return strength to someone after so carefully removing it? For fun - he had to assume. He can appreciate and understand fun. So far, this arena had been fun for him. Interest, too. He had learned that there was a chance people he knew would be in here, as well.

For now, he walked along, hands in pockets. His pace was so casual considering the creatures, the houses disintegrating, and the inevitable death of people. He was, maybe, taking this a little too easily.

He made his way towards a body of water, then he noticed someone a little ways away. He made his way there, walking casually as usual. He watched him, and as he got close, he noticed the metal arm.

Familiar. He had a good idea as to who it might be.

"You know you're a sitting duck right here," he said. Loki shrugged his shoulders.