“Really? I’m quite fond of candle wax under the right circumstances.” Loki pivoted the reverse of her, to catch her blade with one of his, force it away from his throat. There probably shouldn’t have been, but there was a little thrill in realizing that he didn’t actually know if she’d have pulled her strike had he been too slow to catch it.

He struck low next, reversing the blade not trapping hers for a stab to her abdomen. “To the eyes, for example. Much better than sand.”