Loki / Nyx
Loki didn't care for this world or it's people, but Nyx cared for all people and all worlds. Oddly. Now Nyx was tired. The thing he was able to learn about Vegas was that it was easy to spend the entire night away. So, that was what he ended up doing. He was awake for far too many hours. Though during the swallowing of cheap casino coffee while standing on the strip, he became painfully aware of the now sudden invasion. People were running past him in a panic and his eyes went to the sky.
An airship? That was odd. With a casual tip in his head he held his coffee watching the airship move about. Then a flash later and a brilliant explosion, Nyx's eyes shot wide as he watched the structure known as the Eiffel Tower explode.
It was an attack. Instinct took over as the coffee was dropped and he went reaching for one of his blades. Gone. Not with him, because why would he bring his weapons on a vacation. Looking around he spotted an officer trying to help people get away. Nyx ran up. "Weapon." He ordered. The officer looked at the gun in his hand then to Nyx. "Not that, THAT." He pointed at the baton on his belt, which the officer reluctantly handed over. Now with something to throw, Nyx started pumping the club with magic and threw it far allowing him to start his warping about. One warp chained with another as he caught the weapon till he was high in the air near the flying attack vessel. Feeling himself float for that brief second before he started to fall, Nyx willed as much power from the ancient magic that pumped through his body, and fire balled the hell out of the ship.
Watching his magic tear the floating vehicle like paper, Nyx started his fall aimed at a building, which he came in quite hot. Landing hard he rolled to his feet with a grunt. Then his eyes looked to the smoldering club. Well, that was short lived. Tossing it aside he glanced up seeing Loki just relaxing. Blinking some he pointed. "Loki." Yup, Nyx was puzzled you could say. "Not fighting?"