Loki does not bother striking with the stone again; even the small acts of magic performed thus far have drained both it and him, albeit temporarily. Instead, he watches, curious, as Romanov's arm falls away and leaves her defenseless.
"I confess I'm not sure," he muses. But he has an idea. "Lift your arm above your head."
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Date: 2012-08-11 08:54 am (UTC)"I confess I'm not sure," he muses. But he has an idea. "Lift your arm above your head."