Runa flinched ever so slightly as she felt something rub up against her - only to look down and see that it was just Klara's cat. As much as her mind wanted to just wallow in self pity and self hatred, a disastrous combination, she couldn't help but smile ever so slightly at the cat. Animals were so pure and kind - they weren't malicious or evil or anything of that sort. They also didn't know if someone was being an idiot or not, so Runa felt like animals could never judge her. The cat didn't stop her though from digging her fingernails into her wrist. She had done it so often that she was almost numb to the action at this point.
Her eyes widened as Klara, without any warning picked up Nadia and threw her up into the air. The Utgard-Loki person was just laughing at them and Runa narrowed her eyes slightly. At the risk of sounding like an idiot and making a complete fool of herself, she spoke up. "Can't we just ask someone else for directions?" Runa asked softly. "Do we really need to get directions from that one specific dwarf?"
It was a little bit of culture shock to hear the Greek girl say Hecate - it was like suddenly hearing pop instead of soda for instance, or care-uh-mel instead of car-mel. Nancy had to think for a minute as to the Roman equivalent of Hecate, but it came to her quickly enough. The Greeks had been visited by Trivia then, Madalyne and Waverley's mother. Nancy frowned deeply at the news that the gem was a part of Tartarus. They hadn't known that. It was a little chilling to think of what could have happened if their request to retrieve it had been a failure - if it had fallen into the wrong hands, well, more wrong than the hands of a dragon. It wasn't terribly shocking to hear that Atlas had lied, but still, Niah had bound him under an oath... She bit her lip slightly, not liking the conclusion she was coming to. There was one obvious reason as to why the monsters would want that stone.
"We can't let them get that stone - if we can't hold New Rome, we need to either smuggle it out or destroy it," she said. "They're probably going to try to use it to resurrect Tartarus, which would obviously be grody to the max." The things that came before the gods tended to be world destroyers. She didn't want to know what agenda Tartarus would get up to if he were able to manifest a physical form beyond that of the Pit. Saturn was puny in comparison to Tartarus and he had caused enough damage, from what some of the retired legionnaires had told her. And of course, Terra hadn't been a cakewalk either.
"Sounds rad, Niah - maybe bring your fancy armor with you, things might get gnarly," Nancy suggested. She somehow doubted that the Greeks had anything equivalent to life vests for their flying ship, so Niah's flying armor would pretty much be her only line of defense if she were to go overboard. She didn't want to add onto scaring the little kid, and Nancy was still a bit skeptical as to the Greeks bringing people so young along for this, but she didn't say a word about it.
Leda nodded at Kiera - she was going to stay as well. There was no way that she was going to sit out on all of this action, even if it killed her. She'd much rather die a hero today than live as a coward. Besides, the two leaders of New Rome sounded to her like they were from Stranger Things or something with the way they talked and she wanted to get to the bottom of that. The thought of fighting up on the flying ship wasn't ideal, since she liked to zip around and run as fast as she could, but she wasn't about to abandon her friends. She could do some fancy rainbows and sword fighting anyways.
"Sounds like we've got a smashing plan," she commented, feeling a little bit awkward. Did they need to wait for the Romans to dismiss them or something? What was the exact protocol for aiding the Roman legion? She imagined that they probably had a binder somewhere with all of these stuffy rules and regulations written up. As a child of Iris, Leda hated the idea of that. She was a free spirit. She wouldn't have lasted here. She wondered if her mother had any Roman children around.
"Fuck!" Guin cursed, as Loki threw her off of him. She activated her suit's thrusters at the right moment to stabilize her and keep her from crashing down to the ground, allowing her to hover in air as she tried to think of what to do next. Loki went to try to kill Neil, only for her father to stop him. Wait, what do you mean Mary collapsed? Guin asked frantically. She had been so focused on Loki, she hadn't noticed how Mary had been doing with whoever she had gone to fight.
She's kind of pale and on the ground. Like a lot of blood, when did she get stabbed or whatever?
Shit, shit, shit, shit! She looked around the battle field quickly, before taking off as fast as she could and flying over to Edus. She grabbed him, lifting him by his armpits and flew him on over to Mary as fast as she could, setting him down. "Heal her!" she said, although it sounded more like an order than a request. Her best friend was bleeding out and he was the only person who could stop it. She wasn't going to let Mary die. No way in hell. She could be nice and use please and thank you after Mary's life wasn't in jeopardy.
That's really really bad.
Everyone needs to start wearing fucking armor!
Neil Spellman
Location: Liberty Island Skills: Necromancy
Neil inhaled sharply, feeling the sting from all of the wounds Loki had given him. He still had the god's tongue in his hand, it felt like he was holding a gigantic, fat worm. He understood why Loki was lashing out at him, he wasn't really that powerful without his ability to use his words to manipulate people and make them feel small. He staggered backwards as Loki threw a dagger at him, the dagger using his body as a sheath as Neil fell to the ground. He was bleeding so much his white-blonde hair was stained red in parts. His clothes were ruined, looking like he had been mauled by a bear.
He hit the ground, the world spinning as he struggled to focus on something. He could hear Carolina, but her voice was distant, as if she were very far away. Even her features were blurring, not really that clear or distinct. There was a hulking figure looming over Carolina's shoulder and instinctually, Neil knew that his time was up. With his last bit of strength, he pulled the dagger out of his body, dropping it with shaking hands limply. "It's not.... your fault..." he whispered to Carolina, hoping that once he was dead, she would move on - that she wouldn't try to avenge him.
Neil bled out. He died.
Runa was restrained by vines and in immense pain. In some respects, it was ironic - she had been raised in a place surrounded by flowers. Having plant life be used against her seemed almost unfair, as if the plants should know that her mother was essentially an unofficial flower goddess. The speedster and the witch had wounded her greatly and each breath hurt. She couldn't move, but she didn't need to move to hurt them. She took in a deep breath and let out a scream, darkness shooting out from her mouth and crashing into the speedster as he moved to protect his sister. Quicksilver crashed into the ground, hard, and Runa took another breath, letting out another darkness scream. The witch blocked easily. That only made Runa angrier, as she screamed again, only for another block.
Meanwhile, Neil opened up his eyes and sat up, breathing easily. His wounds were healed, all closed up. He felt incredibly dizzy as he grabbed the dagger Loki had used on him and held it in one hand, holding Loki's tongue in his other. "... Carolina... What just happened?" he murmured.
The assorted superheroes had huddled up into a bit of a group, with the Invisible Woman sitting on the ground and doing some breathing exercises while her husband examined her. A lot of them were in need of medical attention after everything that had been done to them, with Captain Marvel being in pretty bad shape, almost as bad as the Human Torch. Maria Hill had some combat medic experience so she was also giving everyone a once over, while Black Widow was assessing what sort of combat strategies they had access to - and Tony, of course, was boasting about his feats, "I'm just saying, in a fair fight, I would have stopped all of these skrulls in like ten minutes tops," he said to She-Hulk, who just rolled her eyes and nodded politely.
"Hey, I'm coming with you," a woman with dark bobbed hair said - Hope van Dyne aka the Wasp. She didn't want to be around for Tony Stark's dick measuring event and she didn't have the medical expertise to help those who were drugged out of their minds. But she did have one thing compelling her to go with Flynn and Maria - she didn't trust anyone but herself. She figured they would turn out to be idiots and if she left her life in the hands of idiots, well, nothing good would come of that.
Mar-Vell's Ship - New Jersey: 10:00 P.M.
"Of course - I'd be happy to teach you, hell, I'm in need of a new collaborator if you'd be interested," Dr. Larson said, smiling at Oliver. Unlike the Kree, who were an emotionless warring people, Mar-Vell was all about kindness and curiosity.
Dr. Larson then nodded, pulling out her phone and quickly googling Jersey City Boardwalk so she could quickly get the coordinates for it. Even with all of her advanced Kree technology, sometimes it was just faster to Google search something. She plugged in the coordinates and continued to fly the ship so smoothly it was like they were flying in a cloud - an insanely fast cloud, given that in less than ten minutes they had journeyed from Nova Scotia to New Jersey. Dr. Larson peered down at the boardwalk on her monitors, looking for a good spot to land.
"Hmm, parking looks pretty full..." she mused. The only open spots would be right in the walkway and she then hesitated, noticing something on her scans. There was an Asgardian ship parked in the middle of one of the walkways. It had its cloaking drive turned on, but it wasn't a match for the Kree ship's sensors, not after Mar-Vell had specially modified them of course. "Do you know any Asgardians?" she then asked them.
Serval Industries, Virginia - Quinjet: 10:00 P.M.
Bonnie glanced up at Cass as she felt her friend put a gentle hand on her, and she considered how to answer for a moment. A lot had happened - not just this week, but over the past year or so. She still didn't have an explanation for what had happened with the Black Order, how she had survived when her neck should have been snapped so easily. And between House of M and Ultron, they had experienced their fair share of alternate realities. Flynn was missing too, replaced by an alien and shapeshifters had taken over the Avengers. "Yeah, I'm fine - just thought I heard something," Bonnie answered. "It's probably just stress."
As if to make her point, Bonnie rubbed at her eyes slightly - she could feel the little bits of rheum in at the corners, signs that she was in need of some rest. She was hopeful that wherever Hawkeye was taking them could actually accommodate everyone. They had about half of the Avengers, half of the Secret Warriors, the President of the United States, and some random lady from Serval Industries on the plane. They weren't exactly a small party.
"Taking off now, a-holes. Let's do better about strapping in this time, Hawkeye said over the intercom, as the ship lifted off. "Next stop, god help us, is New fucking Jersey."
Jersey City Boardwalk - New Jersey: 10:00 P.M
"I still think dumping the body is a bad idea..." Amelia protested, but Raynor didn't really give her a chance to say much else. He grabbed the body and went to what looked like a glorified trash chute, shoving it in and having to kick at it a bit to get it to go through. Amelia glanced at the monitors and saw a brief blip indicating that the body had indeed been tossed and would end up going splat somewhere in Jersey City.
"I said fiancée, not wife, you need to get your ears checked Sparks," Raynor lied to Sparky, rubbing his hands on his Jedi robes a bit.
A few minutes went by and Amelia now needed to figure out a crucial and vital maneuver - how to land the flying yellow spaceship they had borrowed from the Asgardian hippies. They were hovering over the boardwalk and as far as she could tell, no one was screaming and running in fear, so they must have had some sort of cloaking active. She tilted controls forward, but that only made the ship tilt, and she frowned, before getting an idea. She lowered the controls and noticed that the ship began to descend slowly - she continued this pattern, just lowering the glorified Wii-motes until she was practically touching the ground with them. The ship settled in nicely onto the boardwalk, a giant invisible obstacle that was definitely disrupting the flow of traffic.
"Hopefully this is quick, I really don't wanna know what sort of tickets you get for parking an alien spaceship in the middle of a walkway," Amelia commented, pressing the power button on the left Wii-remote and the ship hummed as it powered off. There wasn't a ramp for them to use, instead they'd need to just open up the one door and walk on out, but the door wasn't really high up so it wouldn't be much of an issue. "Aaanyways I call this a successful flight! By the by, this means we're all officially astronauts now, eh? And I'm a space pilot or whatever the exact term is, think they still might be sorting that one out, maybe space ace? or just spAce, with an extra little umph on the ace part?"
"It's just pilot," Raynor told her, as he got up and offered a hand to Sparky. He then frowned slightly. Despite living on Earth for so long, he still didn't know a lot about Midgardian biology. "Sparks... Shouldn't you be lying down or something anyways? The baby's Asgardian, if it kicks, it might break you," he explained, unaware of the ironic parallel of their situation to the plot of Twilight Breaking Dawn.
Meanwhile, Amelia headed to the door and popped it open, staring out into the electrified darkness of the downtown Jersey City. Hotels and restaurants lined the boardwalks, with a steady crowd of tourists and college aged kids strutting the boardwalk in their finest.
Emma Frost - succumbed to M-Pox. Time of Death: 10:59 AM, Feb 17, 2021
Vulcan - cured
Legion - mild symptoms (+)
Morgan - severe symptoms (-)(-)
Toad - succumbed to M-Pox. Time of Death: 11:34 AM, Feb 17, 2021
Mild Symptoms: Headache, some splotchiness of the skin, fatigue and exhaustion Moderate Symptoms: Difficulty breathing, dizziness, vomiting, blood shot eyes, prominent veins Severe Symptoms: Vomiting blood, trouble walking, bleeding from the ears, extreme skin discoloration, general looniness
So far, only two individuals have "cured" themselves from M-Pox. The first was S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Cassandra Reed. The second was Gabriel Summers A.K.A. Vulcan.
Casper Theriot
Location: the Glitter Factory -> the Car Skills: Mediumship
"I'm heavy because I have matter and therefore I mass," Casper explained to Waverley, butchering the joke as he swapped the two important concepts. However, he was too delirious from the pain and the shocks, and add on top of that his already slightly spacey personality, and voilà. It was like he was high without even having touched a pill or a joint in months. He gasped as James told him that he was well done. "But I wanted to be pink!!" he whined. Pink was his favorite color. He had always wanted pink hair as a kid growing up. His dad didn't let him dye it.
"Sometimes, I think it's hard to tell if you're high or not," Ben told Casper, leaning up against the wall. "You act almost exactly the same when you're on drugs and when you're off."
Casper blew a kiss at Ben in response. A moment later though, he felt brand new! His chest wasn't burning with pain - well, not any more than was normal. His thoughts cleared and he burst out into a grin, realizing that his adorable and amazing boyfriend had healed him. He adored James. He loved him more than he had ever loved anyone before (besides himself). "If you want your powers to shut off, I'd recommend a healthy amount of cocaine and heroin. Kid tested, Casper approved."
He was able to support himself as they walked back to the car, but that didn't stop Casper from pretending to need James help so he had an excuse to hold on to his precious beau. When they arrived at the car, Casper couldn't help but overhear Echo prattling on about how proud Charles had to be - and other annoying statements about the X-Men and their mighty leader. Casper rolled his eyes and did his best nasally old man voice, before then putting his fingers over his eyes and spreading them out so he had a crazy, maniac looking sort of stare.
"Ah yes, good job my X-Men! Now, lovely Jean, if you wouldn't mind assisting me in the Cerebro room? I'm quite afraid you'll have to wear a bikini for this, make sure you're adequately waxed down there or it won't work! And bring refreshments and energy bars, yes!" Casper mocked.
Veil
Location: Eisenhower Building - East Wing Skills: Invisible Energy Manipulation
Kid Omega's beautiful nose had been broken, thanks to Kris' (successful) shot. That didn't stop him though from using his telekinesis to suspend Glimpse in the air, forcing her to run in place without making any real traction. "You know, you're not the speedster I was prepping to fight - but I have to give it to you... You're waaaaay slower than I thought you'd be," Kid Omega taunted, snickering. While continuing to suspend Glimpse in the air, he then started telekinetically throwing things at Kris, like the desk and some cabinets and whatnot, but they all missed her.
"Omega, stop that! We can't leave this place looking like a wrecking team hit it or they'll toss the vaccines!" Domino hissed. She had finished her job and now, she just needed to make the room look spotless and harmless. The main obstacle in her way? The pesky Mutant Underground team. She picked up a stapler and opened it up, before chucking it into the fray. Her aim was true, as the stapler soared and hit Veil in the head, with Veil's force field not coming up fast enough to protect her.
Veil rubbed her head slightly and her hand came away with blood, but at least it wasn't a lot. She glanced up in time to see the Devil scoop up Sapphire like a rag doll, and start to carry her out of the room like yesterday's trash. "No," Veil hissed, refusing to let the monster make off with her friend. She turned and looked at the girl who had summoned the creature, noticing the card floating in the air above her, and Veil thrusted her hand out, sending a gigantic force field crashing into Tarot like a tidal wave. The card fell to the ground and the Devil vanished, causing Sapphire to fall to the floor, landing on her butt.
Empath was cursing enough to make a sailor blush, although his swears weren't really that creative. His eyes were glowing red as he glared at Andy, trying another tactic since apparently making her believe she was naked wasn't enough. He tried to make Andy believe she was a bubblegum princess who was madly in love with him, but it didn't work. He couldn't concentrate properly as he was still nursing his wounded foot. In fact, his previous manipulation would vanish and Andy would realize she had been fully clothed the entire time.
Tarot frantically through up another card - one that caused Domino to curse at the incompetency of the crew she had been sent with - the Tower. A massive tower, the sort that Rapunzel would throw down her hair from, started to grow in out of nowhere. It was covered in vines and fire was coming from each open window. As the tower continued to grow and grow, it broke through the ceiling and continued to go higher and higher, until it was as high as the Washington Monument. It'd be impossible to cover up.
And of course, where there's a tower, there's also a dragon.
"Son of a bitch - I guess our princess is in another castle," Havok muttered, before deciding that he wanted to continue fighting Kid Omega. Sapphire, Veil, and the new kid had the weird tower nonsense handled. He let off three powerful blasts of energy - the first one missed but the second two were perfect hits. Kid Omega, a bit of a glass cannon, crumbled from the effort - meaning that Glimpse was then released from the telekinetic hold.
Sunshine couldn't help but do a double take when Max's eyes turned into swirling spheres of galaxies. If he wasn't eternally annoying, she might have found his eyes to be beautiful in this moment, if not breathtaking. She huffed slightly, blowing the air upwards so that way her bangs moved a bit out of her eyes, and she tapped her foot impatiently. She didn't like how empty the Mutant Underground was and she wanted answers already. When Max started to explain what happened, her eyes narrowed.
The Brotherhood of Mutants had attacked them? They were supposed to be pro-mutant, protecting them from the hated of stupid flatscans. She had always seen them more as being heroes than the X-Men, but then she remembered - Magneto was their leader and he was part of the Hellfire Club. He was one of the assholes who worked with Nazis and murdered Erg and didn't care about the innocent Morlocks living underneath the ground. Her fist clenched slightly. Why couldn't it be mutants against humans? Why did it have to be mutants v mutants v humans? Why was everyone such an egotistical, greedy asshole?
Before she could ask Max though, especially with what he meant by Jack being fixed, he excused himself and ran off, leaving Sunshine alone. She huffed and kicked at the ground. The Brotherhood were officially on her naughty list. She stared at her hands, thinking for a moment. If she could take away Max's M-Pox, maybe she could punish the Brotherhood by ensuring they got the disease.
Megan shook her head slightly at Layla. People seemed to really like making comparisons between her and Marvel characters - first Captain Britain, now Star-Lord. She was familiar with the comics, as it was hard not to be with the popularity of the MCU, but she didn't go out of her way to interact with them. No, she was much more interested in horror anthologies. A guard charged at her, only for Layla to take them down with a quick throw of a knife. The guards weren't really much to be impressed by, as they all managed to flee rather quickly and Megan made her way back into the sewer through the grate, excalibur in its sheath once more.
When her feet hit the moist ground of the sewer, she drew her weapon again - just in case. She felt a little bit tense given that her brother hadn't come on down yet and she really didn't want him to be injured here. Judging by the filth and dirt everywhere, she doubted that their medical practices - magical or not - were really hygienic. She didn't know if the guards would follow them into the sewer. She hoped they weren't paid enough to follow them.
Location: Fields of Mars -> Senate House Skills: N/A
"Thank you," Nancy told her sister earnestly. She usually would have found a reason to be annoyed by Alexandra, but in times of war it was time to drop all of the bullshit and rally together. "I'd like you to stay for the debriefing, Alexandra - then you can rejoin the Fourth or go where you feel you are needed." Nancy was making an exception for the Augur, knowing that Alexandra may very easily have some sort of sixth sense notion on where she needed to be in order to win this fight. She also didn't blame her if she didn't want to return to a cohort led by the most nauseating and nasty person in all of New Rome.
She nodded as Madalyne asked her if she could run the debrief for the Greeks. She didn't take a seat, having spread maps pretty much all over the place where the praetors sat, and she was too energized to sit anyways. Anything she could do to make things a little easier for Mads. "Right, so there's a lot of information, so save the questions for the end if you can and it'll be bitchin'. The imminent threat is an assault on Camp Jupiter led by the titans and the giants together. They're planning to force Terminus, our resident god, to take Atlas' burden and allow the titan to walk the planet freely. Diana and her hunters secured Prometheus earlier, so that's at least one titan off of the board. We have troops positioned surrounding New Rome and Camp Jupiter, and in case the enemy decides to exploit the sewers, we've got a group down there as well."
"We also have a prophecy issued by," Nancy hesitated, "our Augur, Alexandra. There will be a battle in the Pit, where Greek and Roman demigods alike are chained to a shrine of Apollo. We retrieved a gem last summer and it appears to be connected to whatever is happening in the Pit - Alexandra saw that it was in the center of the shrine. Best we can tell, it's the next Great Prophecy, the defining struggle of our generation of demigods... The odds of survival are grim. If any of you want to leave before today's battle, we can evacuate you, but we'd need to do so now... Alright, I know that was a lot and it was very grody, so questions are game now."
Leda frowned deeply, a chill setting into her bones. The Bitch Boss had almost perfectly described the dream she had had the previous night, of a shrine of Apollo in Tartarus. Only instead of seeing demigods in chains, she had seen monsters digging, as if they were searching for something. She didn't know anything about this gem either that Bitch Boss had mentioned. It was incredibly puzzling - just as puzzling as the prophecy Rosie had issued before, the one everyone back at Camp Half-blood thought was the next Great Prophecy. At least the one that sent Zeke, Kristin, and Janelle off on their quest had been more or less clear as to what it meant.
"Not so much a question, your excellency, as a comment - I saw that shrine in my dreams," Leda spoke up, unable to resist a bit of sarcasm. "But no one was tied up to it. There were a bunch of blokes digging, like they were looking for something. Not sure how helpful that is, but yeah." She couldn't really make heads or tails out of what was going on - but she knew that they were about to face some climatic battle soon enough, and probably it would only be a prelude for what was to come.
Klara's words cut Runa deeply. Her face turned red not from anger, but from embarrassment. She was right, of course - it had been very stupid of her to just shout out about the crime in progress. She should have known to do something else. She bowed her head slightly, determined to bite her tongue and keep quiet before she made a fool of herself any further. These people weren't her friends anyways. They were only just tolerating having her along so that way they could save the universe. Once they didn't need her anymore, then they'd never talk to her again or think about her again - and why would they? They had loads of cool people hanging around, they didn't need a depressing little idiot desperately tagging along for attention.
She left the bar after Klara, hanging back slightly though so she wouldn't get in the way. She didn't want to mess this up again. She didn't even understand why they had to get help from this one specific dwarf to find their way, but she kept her mouth shut - her ideas were probably stupid anyways and she didn't want to give Klara and Nadia another reason to hate her. She bit down hard on her lip and discretely moved her right hand to her left wrist, digging in her fingernails as hard as she could.
Runa just shook her head when Nadia asked if she had any ideas. She didn't know who Utgard-Loki was, so how was she possibly qualified to make a suggestion?
Location: Liberty Island Skills: Telekinetic Combat, Minor Molecular Combustion
Runa smiled slightly sadistically, beyond amused with the threats from the puny mortal girl. The weapon pressed up against her neck was made of shadows and shadows fell into Runa's domain. Lies lived in the dark and her father was the god of light. She didn't even blink, staring Bethany down as the spear began to shrink and shrink, until it measured only twelve inches in length. "What a lovely toothpick you have," Runa said dryly. "Do be careful - you might scratch me with that if you aren't careful."
"Now watch closely, as I demonstrate proper technique," Runa said. She created a gigantic sword out of darkness - a claymore, in fact, and she rushed at Bethany, impaling her on the sword. She drove it through her as far as it could go, critically wounding the X-Man. Bethany's blood was everywhere. She was dying.
Meanwhile, Neil was reeling. His idea of breaking Loki's concentration hadn't really worked at all - they were still in a horrible position. His arms were bleeding - not an entirely new sensation, he'd cut his arms in rituals before with his family when blood from a non-magic user was required. And just as he had realized how stupid his plan had been in practice, Loki made it rain fire. The burns hurt way more than the stings from the cuts. They were incredibly painful, even as Neil knew deep down that they weren't that bad, that things could have been a lot worse.
So, he decided it was time to go to the good old standby. It was cruel and violent, but that tended to be how Neil had the most success with these things. He had destroyed Klara's eye. When Mesmero controlled him, he had tried to rip out Mira's vocal cords. He just needed to lean into his strengths, so he yanked as hard as he could on Loki's tongue, but it wouldn't sever. Neil gritted his teeth and tried again and this time, the tongue came out. It flew into his hand and Neil stared at it, a little bit in shock. He tried to make Loki's teeth explode next, but he only managed to get one - but even then, it had certainly been violent enough, hopefully enough to help stop Loki for good.
Guin Stark
Location: Liberty Island Skills: Telepathy
Everything was on fire and nothing at all was fine - so it was more or less a standard day for the X-Men. Guin used to panic in battles like this, but now she was largely calm as long as no one she loved was seriously injured. Annie looked like she was in pretty bad shape, yet nothing that suggested to Guin that Annie was about to die or anything. The rest of the fights were too sprawled out and all over the place for Guin to really judge as to how they were doing, so she blasted off into the air and started firing down shot after shot at Loki. Her first volley didn't connect, but her second did, blasting Loki to the ground.
Huh, he isn't monologuing - weird, Guin commented, as she closed the gap between her and Loki. She grabbed him by the neck and used her suit's strength to bash his head repeatedly against the ground, over and over and over again as she tried to knock him out. He was incredibly stubborn though, refusing to lose consciousness, even as he was bleeding heavily from his wounds. Why can't this stupid god just go to sleep already!!!
Cause he's stubborn?
Can you come knock him out? I'm clearly not really good at this and I don't want to kill him by accident.
No offense but seriously doubt he's easy to kill.
If I kill him by accident doing this, I'm going to remind you we had this conversation then babe.
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