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Richard Wainwright (atrickstertype) wrote in paxletalelogs,

It was far from the first time that Loki had found himself hiding in plain sight, but the feeling had never become less unpleasant. He watched, only half comprehending, as the vehicle with the red and blue lights pulled up in front of the building they had just left. It was unsurprising that the creatures chasing them would be drawn to the lights and noise, and he watched in a mixture of interest and horror as a man and a woman exited the vehicle. Their feet had no sooner set down on the ground than the first of the beasts appeared around the corner of the building, hissing at the car. The man stared up, raised a weapon of some sort, and had not even leveled its point at the creature's face before the point of its tail obliterated his chest. As he fell against their carriage, the woman's weapon barked three times at an even tempo. Loki had time to marvel at her courage before she too fell, this time in the grasp of one of the thing's pincers.

The monster staggered, as if truly wounded, and screamed, its tail smashing down again and again into the red and blue light. The sound of its brethren responding mixed with the wail of more sirens approaching, and Loki turned jerkily to Melinoe, his voice strained and soft. "While your power is undoubtedly useful, I find myself rather at a loss. What is more, I do not know how many are coming. One of them could still see you. Is there nowhere to run?"