Beelzebub had been the one to tell them about this little competition and while he, and Lucifer, were admirable knife throwers they came more to spectate than participate. They wouldn't shy away if it came up but with the war moments to just drink and socialize with his brother were few.

Truthfully, they could have done this at the villa but they had brought Moloch along. He had few positive outlets and the other two angels agreed that this might satisfy some of his needs. Moloch approached Loki in the ring without hesitation. He's only six foot, shorter than some of the angels, and dressed completely in black leather. His hair and wings are black too, but oh those wings; feathered with bat like claws at the knuckles and flight feathers metallic silver with red edging that gave them the look of bloodied metal blades. His eyes are golden with irises ringed in red. Those eyes are focused on Loki and full of a predatory quality. It was there in all of his movements, the predator.

Moloch is also incredibly arrogant. He walks right up to Loki without words and snatches one of the daggers out of the air. Once he has it, the angel smiles revealing razor sharp teeth that appear more like a shark than a human. "Do you feel up for losing, god?"

Lucifer was watching closely. With Moloch things could go south in a hurry, even if he had been on better behavior as of late.