Aaah. Life is trying to tell me something. No internet for three days D:
The knife flies from Loki's hand so quickly its hard to pin point, until the blade makes contact with the mans hand, where is sits around the ladies waist. The offending brute yowled loudly and quickly let go of her. Having not expected things to have escalated as quickly as they had, the Silver Tongued God chose to act quickly, it was only fair given that she had shielded him.
"That was just a warning, I invite you to see what I do next, Good Sir." The Tricksters tone is even and cool, no hint of fear for he knows that these mortals are no threat to him, he simply opts for staring them down with his deadly green eyes.
With Loki his tongue is his greatest weapon, he displays very little of his actual abilities, so it is only more shocking when he does unleash himself upon his victims. After having his hand thoroughly desecrated by the serrated edge of the Gods throwing knife, the ring leader looks somewhat reluctant to go again. However, Loki being the skilled strategist he is, can sense this is far from over. He has humiliated this man and he will do his best to redeem himself or he will lose the respect of his followers. It is unfortunate, but Loki has never been the forgiving type. Which is why when the man moves to grab the girl again, he lashes out and grips the youth by the throat, lifting him off the ground.
"I am not overly fond of giving people second chances, leave now and I will consider not crushing your windpipe with my bare hands." He hissed calmly in his ear, his silken voice dripping with venom and his fingers twitching slightly to put that point across.