"Atreus told me about dwarves. I assume yours aren't that different from his."

The sight of Loki's smug expression fires Ben up. He doesn't use his powers, but he isn't going to just yet. However, he wants to rub that smirk off Loki's face. He quietly measures the distance between where he stands and the target. Then he smiles, toothy and sly.

"Yes. Let's not waste any more time."

Ben lunged suddenly and threw the first blade. It didn't hit the center, but it hit the second smallest ring. He turns, holding the remaining knife.