#hatchets

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Loki and oc are sprinting away from a noisy haphazard escape plan gone awry on this week’s adventure of choice. Loki is still clutching the trick knife he obtained from Oc’s pack earlier with a furious vice grip in his ever tightening fist.

“I still do not understand why you would have a trick knife in the first place!” He hissed at oc while rounding another corner to avoid being in the sights of the weapon wielding goons chasing them.

“I told you I was a Magician when we met!” Oc argued back.

“Precisely! A Magician should be properly armed at all times! Honestly who trained you? My Mother would have birthed kittens had I been caught-,” he began but oc elbowed him into a side hall to avoid a roughly hewn chunk of log being used like a boulder out of a rolling canon the goons broke out of its usual hiding place to keep invaders out of their secret base.

“I’m NOT that kind of Magician!” Oc huffed and turned as Loki did to inspect the dead end hallway they found themselves in with just a padlocked side door to keep them from breaking loose of this place. Next thing Loki flinched away from the door at a hatchet being flung at the lock that splits when contact is made. His jaw dropping as he sees Oc with a second hatchet in their other hand ready to use if need be. Foot now planted on the door of tugged the first hatchet loose and got to trying the knob.

“You have hatchets but no real dagger?!” He demanded to know.

“I throw hatchets as part of my act!” Oc, when the door didn’t give way at first shoulders through the rusty hinged wooden barrier and begins the trot out of this place with the Prince still hot on their heels.