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[Hope everyone enjoys shaky cam time, as Burke is still very new to technology and most certainly his phone. But he manages to get it going and thinks he's got that fancy moving picture thing going on and turns the video on a familiar figure, that he's got sitting upright in a simple kitchen chair... tied to it.]Not sure what all that business was
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But really it all amused him, the pain, the knowledge that really he stood no chance against Erik. But that didn't mean he wouldn't fight any way. There's a hiss as he manages to pull it out, thumb dragging along the flat of the knife, through his own blood.]
A fool? Well if I'm that tell me how t'please ya m'lord!
[And he'll pull out two smaller blades, made more for throwing, and he'll start to juggle them along with his knife. The wound doesn't even seem to bother him, not yet. He'll step to stand beside Charles' and the chair he's tied to, watching them both.]
Got a few tricks up my sleeve, I hope this is entertainin' enough, lads? Wouldn't want to bore ya before our honored guest wakes up, eh?
[And without warning he'll grab the two throwing sized knives from the air and throws them at Loki, his larger knife next, aimed fro Erik. He's quick, but he has no doubt that they'll manage to something to keep this little 'party' going longer.]
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As the other man starts to juggle the knives, he keeps his eyes on Charles; he doesn't need to track the knives with his eyes. Feeling them is a better way to control the situation, anyways.]
Burke, you wouldn't know how to entertain us if you tried.
[He didn't know Loki at all, but he isn't about to give the look-alike any satisfaction. The second the knives are thrown Erik throws his hands up, stopping them dead in their tracks.
He is man who can stop a bullet at point blank range.
Try something more creative next time, Irishman.]
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Just not quite as all encompassing as his magic.
Loki smiled again, giving the impression that he knew the knifes would stop long before they did. He kept up the calm demeanor of being relaxed and perfectly in control. After all, he was, wasn't he?]
My poor, poor fool. You are honestly that lost, aren't you? [And by 'lost' he meant 'insane.' Poor mad Burke.] You couldn't harm a fly with your delusions so high.
[He really hadn't meant to rhyme that. It made him want to cringe at his own words. He didn't of course.
Loki moved forward then. He stepped past Burke as if he weren't even there and rounded Charles' chair to stare unamusedly at the ropes binding the unconscious mortal. Keeping one eye on the enemy in case he tried something stupid again (though by this point in time he was, quite frankly, keen on the idea that Erik would stop the fool before he could do anything), the god willed the ropes to untie with his magic.]
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He would like to attempt some bit of surprise against either one of them.]
I think we're all a little diluted ain't we? Like for starters, the both of ya come 'ere like y'think ya can just waltz in 'ere and take away my new little friend. Charles and I were havin' fun. Y'had t'go and ruin it!
[And at 'ruin' his hand grips the base of the baseball bat he'd made sure to have ready, back up that is, all wood so Erik wouldn't be able to mess around with it. He might not be the brightest, but he wasn't foolish enough to just rely on his knives when Erik could easily stop them.
Lunging at Loki, Burke swings the bat as hard as he can, aiming for the god's head if he can manage to make contact.]
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[Erik keeps his voice completely calm. The bat is a concern, but not as much of one as Burke might think.
As it swings towards Loki, he trusts the other man can take care of it.
Instead, Erik takes the three knives and sends them flying towards Burke's chest.]
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He waited till the last minute to react even though he saw it coming--really, Burke, did you even know the meaning of the word "subtle"?--fully expecting it to stop as the knifes had before. No such luck.
Loki would have to ask Erik about that later.
Back to the other concern. Loki's saving grace was his specialty in speed. It was a surprise the bat didn't hit his head--or maybe it did--but it didn't make the fact that he grabbed the bat and held it less than an inch away from his head with a force that would not be reckoned with no matter how much strength Burke put into pushing or pulling on it. His face was uniquely bland as he stared hard into Burke's eyes.
No, he was NOT happy.]
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Knives embedded deep into the side of his chest. All three, Erik hit the mark quite nicely. Pain registers in his features only for a moment when they first hit, but then he's laughing, cackling even, and stumbling back into a chair he'll tug one out. His eyes linger on the blood before he'll toss it aside, only laughing more, till he coughs, chokes a bit.]
Can't be all y'got.
[He'll grit out, smiling wide, blood staining already stained teeth. He starts to cough again and ends up turning his head to the side, spitting out a nice bit of blood, before tugging out another knife, wincing just a little.]
C'mere. Need t'show ya your work up close. Better that way.
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He has a feeling that the curiosity might go both ways, and needs to be saved for another time.
Somewhere Erik knows that it should bother him that he's not disturbed by the way that Bruke is acting. That he's not horrified. Instead, this is just like some pathetic show. Some man trying to desperately prove he isn't a small ant being preyed upon by larger creatures.]
Actually, I happen to like this shirt.
So I think not.
[He takes the dagger that Bruke had tried to use and sends it into the other's palm, while having the other two daggers float upwards.]
But no, it isn't all I have.
[Erik sends one into his gut, tilting upwards, slowly putting pressure as he drives it between ribs.]
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