It was all quite beautiful and truly a shame that no one else was around to appreciate the spectacle that the three of them had created. White and blue and orange danced in the sky, drilling the trucks that made up the convoy with devastating lightening. For the briefest of moments, he allowed himself to watch the scene unfold before him.
Looking to his left with only his eyes, he noted first Stephen’s smile and found he had one to match. Loki was distracted slightly when Theo was suddenly pushed back with the force of the spell. With a quick glance he confirmed that everything was okay and reset his sights on the machines that were starting to climb out of trucks. Some were even getting out of the truck that had rolled and burned.
Narrowing his eyes, Loki focussed on the closest ones. Theo did not need to ask twice and in the blink of an eye, he teleported to stand right between two of them. Lightening quick, he pulled his daggers from seemingly out of nowhere and simultaneously stabbed them each in the eye he’d been told was the gate way to their souls… or chips rather. Sparks flew and a red light that had been shining out of each of their eye sockets dim and go out as they crumpled to the ground.
In typical Loki fashion, he grinned maniacally and flipped his daggers in the air before turning to look to see who was next in line.