Loki had been glancing behind the hall as they went, watching it darken and the creeping sense seep after them in pursuit. "Food? I do want... I, um..." Loki fell silent, just looking at Damian, face falling. His voice was flat. "Yeah... I can teleport."
"Oh, duck!" Ikol warned. He wasn't warning against anything coming, though. He was warning Damian concerning Loki. Thankfully for Damian as well Loki broadcast the move, pulling his left arm back and winding his body up before lashing out, so he had time to dodge and even strike back. The hit cracked the wall, dry wall and plaster webbing as it caved under his forearm and hand.
It was a very good thing anyone who was home was 'downstairs', baby included.
Just a quickly Loki was jumping back, not a brave fighter to press initiative after the surprise element was gone. He had a dagger in his hand now, watching Damian with grit teeth. "That's cruel," he noted at Damian. "Having that face."
Ikol landed on another light fixture. "Well, that went swimmingly. A talent we possess. We can almost always tell when someone is telling us a story."
"You're no help, bird."
"Honestly, this is the thanks I get?
The hall groaned. Loki held the knife out toward Damian, staring down the hall the other way. He looked down, considering his options, then up. He jumped and disappeared with a green glimmer, teleporting upward just as his nightmarish spell rushed toward them. When it did not find its target, it passed Ikol, Damian and dog as a freezing wind, the hall falling silent again.
Ikol fluttered down to land on Damian's shoulder. He felt like nothing. "Oh, jolly good. I'm going to guess he went to the roof. Should we leave him up there? The magic is sure to tire him out eventually."