Loki had, once more, taken over part of the courtyard of the ruins out by the cliff. And part of the ruins themselves, to provide cover and obstacles. He was not in his usual armor, as it was way too warm for that. It had been a while, but he was in the outfit he'd arrived in, cape and all. Wooden targets had been brought, and Loki had done a lot of magic on them this time. Not just to make them slightly more resilient and animated, but also to enable them to 'tag' him. Either through a physical hit which would be a shock of cold, or through balls of ice.

Honestly, he might have to ask if others have ideas about setting something like these up permanently. But that would be another day. Soon enough he's dodging and weaving, appearing and disappearing, with enchanted targets chasing him.