[No. This is terrible. She stops when the pistol runs out of water, and throws it away. Far away. Chucks it into the forest. Let someone else deal with that. She runs a hand over her face, and pulls it away to see pink.]

You will fix this. I will not tolerate this dishonor. [Come on, Loki - up you come. She grabs him by the arm and pulls him up.] If you will fight, fine, if you will make use of different strategy, very well - but attacking with these colourful balloons is not fair, nor is it honourable.

[She pats his shoulders, then pats his head - and yes, that was a balloon she slipped into her hand just before she does that.] For your future information, I would know when you were dead, and when you are using it as a trick.