Loki Laufeyson [Odinson] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tr1ckortreat) wrote2020-06-04 11:39 am
tr1ckortreat) wrote2020-06-04 11:39 am
Knife Throwing at the Viper's Pit [Nexus_Crossings]
Loki had been in the Nexus a good few weeks now and had gotten used to some of the locale and locals inhabiting the place. His brother was a welcome addition and even some of the mortals were not too bad considering. Yet, he felt wasted. He had to hone his skills, so he had decided to use the opportunity to frequent the Viper's Pit establishment owned by another Loki.
A knife throwing contest.
It was open to all out in the back so that people had enough room to move and spectate if they so wished. The knife throwing board was a straw target perched up with a bulls-eye painted in the middle. A standard target used by archers and knife-throwers alike. Loki also arranged for a few jugs of mead and wine to be close by so that spectators and opponents could keep themselves hydrated.
"I wonder who the first will be to reach a bulls-eye. Anyone feel up to challenging a god?"
His smirk was genuine and so were the black-hilted knives he was currently flipping into the air and catching deftly. His long digits easily finding the handle avoiding the blade effortlessly. A thousand or more years being trained in knives helped.
A knife throwing contest.
It was open to all out in the back so that people had enough room to move and spectate if they so wished. The knife throwing board was a straw target perched up with a bulls-eye painted in the middle. A standard target used by archers and knife-throwers alike. Loki also arranged for a few jugs of mead and wine to be close by so that spectators and opponents could keep themselves hydrated.
"I wonder who the first will be to reach a bulls-eye. Anyone feel up to challenging a god?"
His smirk was genuine and so were the black-hilted knives he was currently flipping into the air and catching deftly. His long digits easily finding the handle avoiding the blade effortlessly. A thousand or more years being trained in knives helped.
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He offered her a brief nod and leaned back against the wall wondering where her next throw will end up. There was no doubt that she had a slight irritation in her voice and Loki could pick out the slightest of annoyance in someone's voice. It was part of the reason why he was good at stepping back to watch and listen, unlike Thor, who charged in head on. The brothers had their own skills and Loki's excelled in speech. skekSa's throw was better this time.
"Ah, good. Your knives are keen and your eye is getting sharper I see. That was a better throw."
Perhaps there was a reason why she chose her own knives over his. Preference often made the difference.
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skekSa tosses again, hitting the border between the innermost and second smallest ring.
"These knives were made on the planet of Thra." Not her home world, but the world she considers home nevertheless. "They're made for my kind's use."
Since they're bigger and stronger than humans, Skeksis weapons are differently built. That, and she's attached to her own weapons.