@liethim --
“Now, little Loki, I want you to pay as much attention as your elder is due,” said Loki.
In front of them, barreling down the street with a way that caused the ground to suffer a minor quake with every throw of its hind legs, a massive, gryphon-like beast. Where are the two Lokis? At the end of the street it’s rushing down, naturally. Our Loki was nonplussed to the fact, even as he had to right himself when his boots threatened to slip on the broken asphalt.
“This is what,” Loki started to say, shifting on his heel to bring out Laevateinn and point it in the direction of the tumbling beast. Reaching back and out, he threw the blade with all his godly might, “a proper sword can do!”
Laevateinn flew. It flew hard, fast; ‘tis only a glimpse of time until…
Loki’s face fell. His eyes were bulging.
The beast had caught Laevateinn in its jaws, running for them without so much as a smidgen of lost speed.
“…”
Loki smiled to the other, pointing at the current situation as one might bespoke an interesting turn of events in a sports game.
“One moment.”
Then he started to run—and he was running for it. In an instant they met, Loki jumping, Loki reaching onto the handle of Laevateinn, Loki shouting runes of their old tongue as he twisted the hilt and shunt the hard edge of the crimson blade down to the gullet of the beast, the beast collapsing in flames of green chaos-fire that ate it from the inside and out. Loki, to his credit, sat in front of the now very-much-decapitated beast, smiling as he did, covered head to toe with dark, ghastly beast-blood. Laevateinn was in his right hand.
“I hope you’ve learned something, little Loki,” said our Loki, standing up, musing something to himself as he examined the rent corpse, slopping off a lick of entrails from his coat. “Never have a demonstration without a workable plan B.” He sheathed Laevateinn and beamed. “Or without a magical chaos blade whose effects you can summon without magic by way of runewords. Either or.”
He waved him closer and turned around to the rest of the city. “Come. We have more lovely beasts to slay. And, hopefully, a pool for me to wash this off in.”