Loki had grown a bit frustrated as Ravenna dodge his blows and thrown off guard when she hit him and grabbed his throat. Being thrown across the room, Loki hit the wall and seemed a bit disoriented from the concussion that he received. Unable to defend himself, and later slowly gaining his wits and his mind in order, Loki groaned as he touch the back of his head to feel something sticky and warm. Moving his hand to see, it was blood. Blood he noticed was his own. Looking up, and with a little of a headache, he saw a black garb that was infront of him and a green barrier. He looked up as he saw her. "M-Mother?" He got up and kneeled. Drawing the sword and picking up a shield.