Loki could keep up. He could ride the wind, teleport, move through ice and shadow, but he can't carry the others that way. He can also wear the shape of a horse, but that won't run at the speed the snowmobile races. Even as he flings darts of red flame into the surrounding enemies, he glances up and around, checking for the scouts with bikes and seeing none.
That means they're on foot for any potential retreat. Whether they win or they lose, that's a hard slog back to the Plaza, unless they can somehow commandeer one of the enemy ships.
Red eyes flicker toward Harley as she speaks, and--she makes sense. He doesn't have to stay with them. He doesn't have to assist them. But here he is anyway.
He can spare a few minutes.
He'll clear a path for the remaining Nexus fighters to draw closer together, lunging and weaving through the front lines with surprising agility given his increased height and bulk. Dagger and flame bite and harry at the Fallen who are close enough, making space for his allies.
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That means they're on foot for any potential retreat. Whether they win or they lose, that's a hard slog back to the Plaza, unless they can somehow commandeer one of the enemy ships.
Red eyes flicker toward Harley as she speaks, and--she makes sense. He doesn't have to stay with them. He doesn't have to assist them. But here he is anyway.
He can spare a few minutes.
He'll clear a path for the remaining Nexus fighters to draw closer together, lunging and weaving through the front lines with surprising agility given his increased height and bulk. Dagger and flame bite and harry at the Fallen who are close enough, making space for his allies.