<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/dfc8b74d137eff0510c45acfe81cafa7/tumblr_mnx9ig3sLF1rxj7yno1_500.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name: </strong> Loki<br/>  <strong>Title: </strong>God of Mischief<br/>  <strong>Affiliation: </strong> Oh hell, who knows<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp – finally escaping<br/>  <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Foolish girl, she didn't heed him. Worse, she poured out power to crush the soldiers; the flickering edge of her magic knocked him back to his knees. When Loki looked up, teeth bared, he watched the blood fly in swaths from her blade. She killed them, many or most of them, just to cross the room and put her hand on his chest.<br/><br/>The warmth of her healing spell caused him to draw breath sharply. It was unexpected, unnecessary. Even as strength surged back into his limbs, his temper mounted. What madness possessed her now? She could have been free of the complex by now, had she gone out the door.<br/><br/>“Why-” he began slowly.<br/><br/><em>"You're lucky I love you, damnit... or else I would have left your ass behind." </em><br/><br/>“-are you MAD?!”  he finished, appalled by her sudden turn to sentimental raving. He preferred her bloody threats to this misguided display of emotion, but there was no time for arguments.<br/><br/>“Fine. I'm fine,” Loki hissed, rising to his feet. He stuffed the serum pouch down the front of his leather vest, then willed a pair of ice blades into his hands. “Cut a path to the exit, out of this building. I will keep them lagging behind us. We'll go together. Now.”<br/><br/>Once more into the breach, into the halls with ringing alarms, they fought together to reach the metal-jacketed main doors of the serum facility.