Loki / Nyx
Nyx laughed. "Never said I made things easy." He countered as he watched some of the events start to unfold. Shifting his weight some he glanced to some people hiding from aliens down below. Keeping his eyes peeled, he paid little attention to the debris that Loki was already taking care of, before glancing back. "Ohhh. So you can't take a dig?" He frowned. "And here I thought you knew how to roll with the punches." Nyx teased before glancing back down. The aliens were growing closer before his attention was brought back to Loki.
"Sword?" He shrugged. "Well enough. Little large and bulky than I'm use too, but it'll get the job done." He glanced back down. "Well... hold on." Shifting his weight so he was leaning over the edge, he conjured a fireball in his hand, and threw it straight down at the aliens. Direct hit. Explosion. People were saved.
Then back to Loki. "Sorry. You were saying?" Okay, Nyx thrived in this situation.