[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa Baldurdattir[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/3ecGMze.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] NYC Motel, Outside
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] Asgardian Magic, Darkness Manipulation, Darkness Constructs, Asgardian Magic Attacks [hr][hr][/center]	As anticipated, Midgard's meager forces were distracted by her demonic shadow construct Runa was puppeteering. The Midgardian bullets were flying harmlessly through the shadow construct, as it was not made out of flesh or bone, instead made out of shadows and the absence of light. The cops had not heeded her warning though and Runa twisted her hands inward, controlling the shadow monster, and causing the construct to stomp on the cops, crushing a good portion underneath its heel. She had slain many of the forces present, with the rest scattering and running towards the hotel for refuge. Runa's eyes narrowed. It was cowardly of them. [color=#a81a75]"Not so fast,"[/color] she murmured, before swinging her left arm forward, and the shadow construct then kicked, hitting most of the remaining cops - and the front of the building. 

	A gigantic chunk of the front of the building was now gone, obliterated by her minion's kick. Runa raised an eyebrow. It was easy to forget how fragile Midgardian structures were - such a kick wouldn't have knocked down any of the walls in Odin's halls. The front of the building looked like it might be about to crumble - along with the rest of it. Still, Pietro had run inside - he was fast, he would be able to get everyone out, Runa was certain of that. And if not, Lance could shift into the beast and use his body to protect himself and the others from the destruction. [color=#a81a75]"Cousin, would you mind casting a spell with me to reinforce that building? Midgardian craftsmanship is rather disappointing."[/color][hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/SM0k6ZL.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] New York City Motel
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy[hr][hr][/center]	Guin chuckled ever so slightly at Annie whispering thanks to her - and acknowledging that she had done most of the work. She had only recently begun applying herself at a telepath, honing the focused totality of her psychic powers, and it felt good to finally succeed at it. Guin wasn't used to having to try at things - most things were either easy or just given to her. For instance, she hadn't had to go through SHIELD's academy system, instead just put into the field. She never had had to study for tests or exams or even give an assignment more than a second thought in school - she was a prodigy, it was easy, she was a gifted child, she didn't need to learn how to struggle and how to fail. Her psychic powers were the first things she really had to struggle with to become good at. 

	She considered what Annie said about their being a secret way out - her mind flickered to prohibition era structures, was this motel even old enough? It seemed old, but Guin doubted that it was actually that old. The odds seemed slim to her that there were any fun secret exits, but maybe she was wrong. [color=cc33ff]"Yeah, that... that's Runa,"[/color] Guin replied softly to Annie. Pietro then showed up and Guin couldn't help but feel relieved - as cliche as it seemed, he made her feel safe. And she trusted that at the very least, he'd make sure that Amidala, her cute little pet, managed to get out okay. 

	[color=cc33ff]"... I don't love leaving people behind, but the more we talk, the less running time you have. Maybe I can give you a psychic boost, help you go faster."[/color]

[hider=Roll request] If Pietro accepts, Guin will use her telepathy to basically help him focus/hone his speed better[/hider]