Grundor hearing how uncaring she was to her own kind was infuriated, he who knew the loss of his species, the loneliness of being the only one left, couldn't understand how someone could be so callous to their own.

Grundor feeling he gave this evil witch enough time to come around had enough,- "If you can't see reason so be it, I'll finish you off now." he said gathering magic at his feet with help from the magic jewels while maintaining his pull on the object.

Askella feeling the coming storm didn't hesitate to pull out her trump card, the device she's been working on for just this moment. Pulling out the metal bronze trapezoid she threw it out so it slid under Grundor who looked amused.

"What is this now? Don't make me laugh, do you think an explosive device has any chance of harming me?" he said lifting his foot intending to crush it while activating his magic at the same time.

Askella smirked- "You underestimate me." she said before the device activated. Opening up it created a pulse as his foot smashed down crushing the device.

Grundor frowned when his foot stomp didn't yield the result he wanted, feeling unable to utilize magic, he asked- "What did you do? What was that pulse?"

Askella knowing she didn't have a lot of time answered as she shot out another ray blast laughed- "Hahaha, so what if you're an ancient one, you'll die like all the rest without any magic."

That object sent a pulse disrupting the magic flow around Grundor, effectively cutting him off for a short period. Askella worked decades on it, always preparing for the moment she knew would come when she first saw him all those years ago.

Grundor tried to activate his magic, his amulets, but all were cut off at the moment and he could only watch on with regret at not finishing her off sooner as the disintegration ray hit him in the stomach blasting him away with a new hole.

Ulla screamed- "NO! Impossible." she couldn't believe the one she relied on throughout all these years, who seemed so powerful so strong and invincible was now dead.

Askella happily laughed as she pulled in the treasured machine box, finally getting her hands on it again. This time no one would take it from her, she thought.

Her happiness didn't last long though as a dagger pierced her from behind. Looking down in disbelief she looked back to see an Asgardian with a wicked grin on his face.- "Who...(coughing blood)... are you?"

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"Did you really think you could block my eyes, me, Loki Odinson." he chuckled as he pulled the dagger out dropping her to the floor.

Askella last thoughts were wondering if this felt anything like what she did to Muthos.

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Before Loki stabbed her in the back :

Loki who grew bored of the war and following Thor's greatness of mowing down trolls on his way to the capital was surprised to see his hated foe Theoric flying through the air and Ulik in pursuit with a remarkably familiar hammer.

Though truth be told while he did hold a grudge, these feelings were fleeting as his trickster namesake stirred, he would rather concern himself with things that interest and could be fun than dwelling over a grudge. He felt the magic emanating from the top of the building Theoric and Ulik just came from. Thinking that would be far more interesting he snuck his way there bearing witness to the fight between magic users.

Putting some pieces together of what they were he let it play out before he made his move stabbing her in the back so he could take the treasure they were fighting over, thinking it had to be good if they both wanted it.

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Back to the present:

Loki picked up the treasure twirling it around, trying to see if he could tell anything right away only to shrug and carry it out realizing it might take a bit more time to figure it out.

After he left Ulla came out of hiding and sauntered over to Grundor who she still couldn't believe was dead.

Drawing closer she jumped back when she saw the body twitch- "Grundor?"

Grundor shot up with the hole now closing letting out a roar in frustration, looking at Ulla, he heatedly asked- "Where is that she witch?"

Ulla who still had a jolted expression pointed towards Askella's body.

Grundor frowned seeing her dead, looking back at Ulla wondering if she did it but quickly denying the thought- "How did she die? Tell me what happened."

Ulla explained how Loki showed up and stabbed her in the back and took the treasure.

Grundor angrily said through gritted teeth- "Asgardians!"

Getting up he looked down at the pathetic, cold, dead form of Askella who looked so small and frail now without magic blasting from her hands.

"Stupid fool, I told you Asgard is our enemy, now the trolls have lost two great treasures, wish I could see the look on your face when you died, to know how foolish you were and how you failed to kill me."

Closing his eyes he activated the fail-safe magic he planted on the device that not even Loki noticed.

Loki at this time was playing with the box as he tossed it up and down while he traveled back to the ships so he could further study it in private. Seeing it start to glow he caught the box, turning it over to see a symbol that wasn't there before appear and started to suck in magic at a quickening pace.

Loki turned sullen- "Damn." The box exploded.

'Boom!'

Grundor opening his eyes with a grin- "One prince down, one to go." walking to the smashed window he looked out to where Ulik was fighting. "Seems like Ulik is in trouble, but it looks like he might have completed the job."

Grundor gestured for Ulla- "Ulla come, we're done here." leaving his arm open for her to grab onto he activated his magic, teleporting them away.