Re: Western Manhattan/Perimeter
[Loki took down two Marauders as a clip, jamming the gun of one with a well-aimed toss and watching his sickened surprise as the barrel burst and evaporated his hand into nothing. The next was on a nearby rooftop, carrying a rocket launcher the size of a small tree trunk. The creature was covered in red scales the size of dinner plates, and he grinned as he primed the weapon, stepping closer to the edge to get a better angle. His foot dropped down onto thin air, and he tripped over the edge of the roof and falling with naked shock on his face. Sometimes, all it took was the simplest of illusions to win the day - like conjuring the edge of a rooftop a foot further out than it actually reached.]
Do you? What do you owe me, Barton? A clap on the back for clearing your head, or thanks for putting your first sensible thoughts in it?
[A Marauder came up low and quick, her head bowed, sprinting across the rooftop toward the god, intent on taking him off the edge and onto a skiff waiting below. She slammed right into him, and then through, and then directly into the swinging sword of her comrade, attacking the illusion from the other side. It neatly cleaved her skull. Her body hit the ground and skidded, leaving a bloody trail behind.]