The trickster watched the arrow sail across and embed itself in the woman's forehead, though she looked like no woman he'd ever seen before. Her flesh seemed to be rotting and putrid and her eyes were a terrifying white; as she fell her face was posed in a mask of vicious hunger. He observed the trio's faces in reaction the woman and presumed he'd missed something important here. Though he started to hear some faint moans coming from the bushes behind him and too his credit hid his shock well when a rotting arm flopped over his shoulder. The smell of blood and death filled his nostrils as said arms owner came into his view and tried to bite him.
With lightening quick reactions he elbowed the creature away from him and turned in horror to see the hoards of others like them filing out of the trees. With a shocked yell, he threw three knives in quick succession which hit their targets but still left more that he cared to imagine. Loki backed up, with his magic so depleted even he wasn't a very good match for the sheer amount of them pouring out of the trees.
He turned to Stark and called out, "You said something about a ride?" there was definitely a panicked edge to his voice.
Turning back he let out a bolt of magic and instantly regretted it, the jet hit its targets and took out a good number of them, however he'd just blown his chances at Teleporting when he needed it.