Red wine had spilt down the front of his white robes, looking like blood, and Gabriel miracled it away before waving his hand at the bartender, who found himself back in his own home with a note in his hand reading One Day's Paid Leave in elegant script. Next, he made sure that nobody else would approach the bar. Nobody needed to be caught in the crossfire.

Despite his worry, he'd felt that perhaps letting them fight it out for a few moments would be the best thing, but once animals and fire came into play, he decided enough was enough. There was really no need to kill each other.

Although Gabriel did not like talking about his myriad titles, one of them did describe him as the Prince of Ice and Thunder. It was a rather accurate description of him when he was angry. He drew himself up to his full height, halo unconsciously visible, as a distant rumble of thunder was heard despite the clear sky.

"ENOUGH." Gabriel's voice reverberated around the little bar. He raised a hand, and the fire around Loki II's hands and Loki's tail immediately and literally froze, now looking like water frozen in the shape of a dancing flame, as did the flames licking the chair in the corner.

He took a step forward. "That is enough. Change back into human form and get rid of any flames left. You two are going to work this out without any more damage."