Taking his hand more as a promise of loyalty and devotion than just a helping hand to her feet, Sif unsheathed her blades once they were in position to vacate the door they had blocked. The things out there- the small ones they had cut through for hours did not seem to know where they'd taken their brief refuge, or else they may have pounded down their defenses and swarmed the building.
They would know, not long after Thor extracted the heavy furniture from the door leading to an alley between the street buildings. Five of those mindless beings drew in on them in the dark; first two, with three of its lackies shortly behind. In barely two steps and three quick arcs of her swords, Sif dispatched them to the ground. Five was nothing. The five hundred between them and the nearest safe house would be an issue.
But not as big an issue as the Gigantic destructor looming directly in front of them, stradling the street they had intended on using. Sif huffed, looking up at it as it filled the horizon above their heads.
"Nothing is ever easy with you, is it," she muttered in dry, hapless humor. There was no choice. They had to take it on.