[Loki loses himself to the fight. He has to stay sharp to stay ahead. He has no idea how weak he's become in this place. He moves fast and fluid through the clumsy opponents but even so, one pair of fumbling hands manage to grab his arm and pull.
He hisses, more from surprise than pain and wrenches himself away, hearing the creatures arms snap as he did.
Loki's shoulders brush against Bartons quiver as they face more of the dead coming their way.]
Survival, Agent Barton. That is what matters here and now. The chances are better together than alone.
You are glorious and should be proud.
He hisses, more from surprise than pain and wrenches himself away, hearing the creatures arms snap as he did.
Loki's shoulders brush against Bartons quiver as they face more of the dead coming their way.]
Survival, Agent Barton. That is what matters here and now. The chances are better together than alone.