<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/24232d4e35d620c2b9671f5816b1209c/tumblr_mgxrn1LNaN1rujk88o1_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>Saving his own nuts<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp<br/>  <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>It might have been excessively cruel, he mused, as his paws clenched the woman's right ear, to leave the  initial charge up to her alone. On one hand, there was no doubt that she was now possessed by something – her goddess, echoes of druidic spirits, whatever it was – and imbued with power enough to take care of any guards tasked with keeping the peace in a holding pen. On the other, if she failed, a tiny black rodent was likely to be overlooked as it scuttled away from the fray.<br/><br/><em>Injection chambers</em>, Ciera had said. That was how the Great Power behind this apocalypse built an army out of enemies. The serum he had tasted was being forced into the blood of humans and they were transformed. Transformed and presumably enslaved, made faithful to the one behind it all. But in a few, it did not work as intended - Ciera was the proof. And on a god, well, the effects were far more unpredictable. Would it have a lasting effect if it was mixed with his blood? Would enough of it restore his full arcane abilities?<br/><br/>His vantage point allowed him to analyze the situation as they progressed. Her blade was swift, her blows precise. It was an unexpected pleasure to watch her work. She was every bit as gifted as a veteran shield maiden, perhaps even a Valkyrie. It warmed his heart to know this most useful of weapons was in his debt.<br/><br/>The guards, as anticipated, did not present the same level of danger as the mutated soldiers he'd encountered in the streets of Cairo. They had lesser gifts. Their shields or energy weapons or enhanced reflexes were not equal to Ciera's abilities. These were not the cream of the Great Power's crop but they did have the power of numbers on their side.<br/><br/>They progressed along hallways, up a stairwell, and finally burst through the doors of a primitive laboratory. The ones in white coats were not warriors of any kind; that much was obvious as they took one look at the armed and bloodied woman and rushed for the exits. But they would certainly know the way out of the compound. He gave another tug on Ciera's right ear to confirm the plan of capturing one before flinging his furry little body at a rack of glowing serum vials. Not a breath was wasted as Loki began whisking them into a plastic pouch lying on the counter.<br/>