[Loki leaves another image of himself behind, this one crouched and ready to spring, another of those wickedly curved daggers in its hand. The illusion remarks:]

I'd like to point out that this is intensely stupid. 'Tis your luck that red wine is intended to be served at room temperature.

[Loki himself keeps moving, curving around to get another distance shot at Garrosh's back. He noted the armor and how well it seems to stand against his daggers. Rather than attack again, he's mentally composing a spell to give the next round a bit of extra punch.]