Pelsor makes it all sound very straightforward. She is so very confident. There's no particular reason she should not be, he supposes. From what he's seen here, she has the forces to overrun the exhausted Nexusites, if she wanted. Surround the torches, if they truly cannot go past them, and the moment the magic fades at Winter's end...
And she is confident enough to be certain of her victory against Blaze should she return to life to face them again. Loki stares into the dead optics pensively, breathing in deep of the air around him, senses unfurled and alert for the scent or taste of a lie of any kind. There is much he does not know here.
"My curiosity will never be sated, Baroness," he tells her. "I have never listened enough. It is not in my nature."
He pulls the pike free with a fluid twist and tucks the disembodied head under his arm. "I assume I will be permitted into your territory at least once more, to return with word from the Nexus?"
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And she is confident enough to be certain of her victory against Blaze should she return to life to face them again. Loki stares into the dead optics pensively, breathing in deep of the air around him, senses unfurled and alert for the scent or taste of a lie of any kind. There is much he does not know here.
"My curiosity will never be sated, Baroness," he tells her. "I have never listened enough. It is not in my nature."
He pulls the pike free with a fluid twist and tucks the disembodied head under his arm. "I assume I will be permitted into your territory at least once more, to return with word from the Nexus?"