Loki / Nyx
Hands on his hips, Nyx smirked at Loki. "Well, you're also not not not fighting." Nyx countered with a little coy tone. Regardless if he was going to kick it up into gear or not, Nyx wasn't going to judge Loki on it.
"I mean, I get it." He shrugged as he reached down and tightened his boots some. "We're not all fighters." Straightening himself up he looked at his body like his weapons might suddenly be there. They were not.
"Oh right. Yeah. Back home." Nyx said with an annoyed tone. "With their size and lethality, I figured it would be difficult to holster them while in city. Most law enforcement disapproves of it." Doing a little bit of stretching, Nyx followed up with. "Just magic for me tonight, but these week Earth weapons can't seem to channel the magic through it as well."