A small figure dressed in black appeared from the ruins of the church as the men in front of them wavered. No shots had been fired since the dragons had made their intentions clear. "The devil has sent them. Resist their words! God will protect us!" The small men bellowed at them. The stupidity of mortals was above anything he could have imagined.
The god changed his form. It was the process of a second before he appeared before them in his usual shape. He held up his arms to his sides and approached them. "Tell me, priest! Where is your god to save you?"
"He will come, monster!" the man said. But there was a quiver in his voice.
"But I am here already," Loki returned with a devious smile. "The people of the North worshipped me once, it would be smart for you to realise their wisdom."