Valkyrie swiftly pulled to the side to avoid the knife--a few whisps of hair getting taken with it. More no doubt if she hadn't had her hair bound. The 'thnk!' of the knife burying itself in an unfortunate boxelder could be heard instantaneously.

She squinted at Loki's form against the tree, the stillness making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. "Stolen your breath and your fight already?" Her eyes tracked the landscape, instinct taking over reason.