Since the librarian seemed to be keeping the cat in check, Loki spared a moment to let some fire lick at the threads that held the sleeves of his jacket to its body. The shreds the claws had made of them would only hamper him if the fight went into another round.
The sad remains of his sleeves separated from the rest of the jacket, and he shoock them off. The scratches in his arms were not exactly shallow, but they were not bleeding, just as the bite in his leg no longer was. The intense heat he had been using had effectively cauterized the wounds. At least he would not run any risk of slipping in his own blood.
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Date: Sunday, 17 January 2010 18:05 (UTC)The sad remains of his sleeves separated from the rest of the jacket, and he shoock them off. The scratches in his arms were not exactly shallow, but they were not bleeding, just as the bite in his leg no longer was. The intense heat he had been using had effectively cauterized the wounds. At least he would not run any risk of slipping in his own blood.