"Hmm..."
"What's it, Loki? Are you worried about something?" a feminine playful voice echoed, nearly sarcastically, provoking the male that made that sound.
"Do I look like I am worried?"
"Well, I would bet if I had any money with me. You always make this "hmm" thing when you are stressed."
"You, indeed, know me better than I thought. Anyway, although everything was going the way we predicted, I have a bad omen."
"Well, the redheaded demon is already down, the viper is dominating the battle. This city will crumble down soon. Even if he survives in the end, it doesn't matter. Probably, one more trigger and he will go from Apostle of Wrath to vegetable in no time."
"Or, then, it will get him even angrier."