Loki had gotten himself into a predicament as a few soldiers had noticed him and went to attack him. Loki made a fine long sword of which he defended himself with, but his transformation only grew and it was slow going. Loki defended himself well, graceful in his motions, his swings and balance. Loki noticed that the numbers against him was too much, making a dodge, Loki made a run for the forest. Hiding, Loki took a moment to calm himself conjuring some magic before he had turned around and clapped his hands together and infront of him. A chilling ice had gusted out and made the men be blown back from the harsh gust. When they were told to retreat, the soldiers that were after Loki had run off. He ran to his mother to help her. Noticing that she had been struck again. "Mother! Are you right?!" His transformation was fading but his hands seemed to be of the Joutun transformation.