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Who| Loki & Helena, Loki & Iskierka, Loki & Open
What| Loki newly arrives into the arena.
Where| Throughout the arena.
When| Through Week 5.
Warnings/Notes| Just add a note on when/where you'd like for it to happen [especially before or after Hellrena]. He'll be moving about the arena a lot.

Loki had just arrived into the middle of a death arena. He was told, essentially that it was kill or be killed. It didn't really please him. All that work, all of that progress, to keep himself from burning, and none of it even mattered. He was just prideful enough to admit that when faced with a life or death situation, he would always chose life. He didn't want to go through the process of reincarnating again. He was very fortunate this last time that Thor went through the effort to help bring him back, but he wouldn't get so lucky. He hadn't seen his brother since sneaking into Asgardia.

Since then, it had been a pretty nasty whirlwind of events leading him here. His redemption would have to be put on hold.

He wasn't putting any particular effort into keeping silent and sneaking about - he didn't care if he was found. Each step had a purpose, whether it was looking for weapons, people, and anything (or anyone) that he could use to keep himself safe. He'd do what they asked - kill. It was never particularly difficult for him.

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She hadn't been prepared for him to throw that punch.

"Hrrrk!" Her head snapped back and she heard what Loki might have considered a satisfying crack! Her nose. She was bleeding. Instinctively, Helena pivoted and swung the sock filled with rocks, aiming for Loki's face. Nose for a nose and all that.

That was the last thing he wanted hit, of course. Still, he'd much rather take the hit and stay in close then back off, and leave a big opening for her. He had to be in pursuit, get her to back up. He didn't even move his hands to his nose once the rocks connected. It was clearly broken, but he'd have to deal with it after. Of course, there was blood.

He charged her, knowing he had to corner her. Get her to back into a wall.

Helena moved the moment she noticed Loki charging her, damn the blood pouring out of her nose. She did the one thing that she'd promised herself she'd never do.

She ran upstairs, the way that every idiot did in a horror movie when the killer was after them. Later, she'd hate herself for it.

She took the steps two at a time, stopping only to throw rocks from the sock down at Loki.

She needed a way out, quick.

That was a mistake. Upstairs would have more rooms, more places to corner her, and more opportunities for attack. She was making it easier on him. He chased her up the steps, only stopping to kick out the railing on the steps. He pulled it out; it would make a nice makeshift weapon. He's quiet in his pursuit, now. A rock or two hit him in the chest before he started to dodge them.

The corridor split two ways. Left and right. Two rooms on the left, one on the right. She darted left and pulled the door to the first shut with a loud slam before sneaking into the second one. She half-closed the door to that one and moved as quickly as she could to the window. She tried lifting it open, but it wouldn't budge.

Her eyes widened. She was out of rocks. She needed another weapon, quick.

He heard the sound come from the left. Now he'd have to take his time. His pace slowed and his footsteps got quiet. He moved into the first room, where he had heard the door slam, and closed it behind himself.

This way, if it was a fakeout - and she decided to sneak in - he'd hear it open again. Or, if she attempted to run out, she'd be delayed by just a moment. He peeked around in there, keeping his back near the wall to prevent anyone from coming up behind him. If she was in here, she was good at hiding. Maybe she wasn't.

She steadied her breathing, and counted down from ten. There wasn't much here that she could use in the room. Books, a bed, a lamp. Smashing the window open would alert Loki, and Helena wanted to be smarter than that.

She stepped closer to the door and lifted a hand mirror off of the bedside table. It was almost as large as her head, with a thin, flat plastic handle. It wasn't great, but she could at least distract him with it.

Was he in the next room?

Maybe.

Taking a deep breath, Helena poked her head out around the door and stared into the corridor. Nothing but darkness. She didn't sense him there, though.

Go. Go, go, go! Steadily, she snuck out of the room and tried to blend into the shadows.

Go past that room, then scurry down the stairs. Maybe he went right instead. She'd have to be silent, but quick.

Really fast. He moved to check out the window in that room. Then he moved to the closet and under the bed. Soon, he'd be finished looking around and he'd step out and start checking out other things there. Helena would have been able to hear his footsteps near the edge of the room, he's checking things carefully and quietly, making sure that he has as much of the upper hand as possible. He picked up a jewelry box on an end table near the bed. He opened it up and tossed it towards the door, allowing it to thud. If she thought he was coming out, maybe she would get flustered and make a mistake.

Then he could continue after her.

Helena heard the thud! and jumped. She willed herself to keep any vocal noises down, but the mirror slipped out of her sweaty hand and fell to the floor, crashing and cracking audibly.

She swore under her breath and quickly reached down, picking up the largest shard of glass she could find.

Then she turned to run again.

The sound of a mirror shattering was enough to get him to move on and out of the room. He was still holding the railing from the staircase he had picked up earlier, carrying it with him. He wasn't particularly strong or fast, especially without his skills as an Asgardian. He moved after her, again.

The chase was on. He'd have to take control over this part of it, get her into one of the corners of the house. Once he'd get closer, he would swing the large piece of wood at her head from the right (with the hope that this would guide her to where he wanted to go).

Helena swore.

This time, not under her breath.

After all, here was Loki.

With a weapon that seemed a little sturdier than a shard of glass.

She heard the swoosh! of Loki's make-shift weapon cutting through the air and ducked, exactly in the direction that he wanted her to go.

Perfect. He chased her to the left. It was away from the doors and towards the corner of the building. It was where he wanted to lead her. It was getting to where he needed to end the chase with her. The longer this went on, the worse it would be for her, and he knew it.

He was the very picture of a warrior. It was funny.

He would chase her until she found the side wall of the house. The only option from there would be to turn around and head back towards him, or stop.

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