"Oh, of course not. Where is the fun if not in the challenge?"

Loki enjoyed a good challenge and his idea of fun was often disorganised chaos. Why else would the God of Mischief enjoy it so? Yet, this was more organised and civil, for the moment. If too many of the opponents got drunk and disorderly then perhaps Loki would slink away unnoticed under the shroud of his magic.

As for the knives? Loki procured a pair of green-hilted dwarven knives, offering them to Ben. If anything, the god did enjoy a good aesthetic and the knives were sharp and honed.

"These should suffice, don't you think? They are keenly sharp, rather like my tongue."