[ Positioning himself a few feet behind her, he crosses his arms and watches with an air of indifference that is truly anything but. Cast aside their supposed connection -- the scarlet witch is still intriguing in her own right. The power Loki senses within her is just the tip of the iceberg, something he can't deny some measure of envy -- and apprehension. She sits upon an untamed beast, her hold on the reins feeble; she understands that much, it seems.
Fatigue doesn't seem to be an issue, though. A light snow begins to fall, initially melting as it hits the ground, and still she focuses harder. As the snow grows heavier and coats their shoulders and surroundings in white flecks, another gust of wind blows unapologetic through the trees, whipping their hair and cloaks all willy-nilly and taking several branches with it. Loki glances up at the sky, its clouds thick and foreboding.
Not yet.
In that split second of distraction, a weakened branch concedes with a sharp crack and whips towards Wanda head-on. ]
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Fatigue doesn't seem to be an issue, though. A light snow begins to fall, initially melting as it hits the ground, and still she focuses harder. As the snow grows heavier and coats their shoulders and surroundings in white flecks, another gust of wind blows unapologetic through the trees, whipping their hair and cloaks all willy-nilly and taking several branches with it. Loki glances up at the sky, its clouds thick and foreboding.
Not yet.
In that split second of distraction, a weakened branch concedes with a sharp crack and whips towards Wanda head-on. ]