Six. Loki could, perhaps, have handled six of these creatures on his own if he still had access to his magic - it would still require effort, even then - but as he was? He would hardly be able to handle one. His only weapons were the three small knives he'd found, which would hardly take down one creature, let alone six, even if he were not feeling weak and slow.
Even less pleasant was the information that the area he had stepped away from for a few moments was now relocated. He should have stayed where he was. He hadn’t thought it would happen that quickly - or perhaps, he simply hadn’t thought. This place was something else, different from what he was used to or expected. There was a piece of him that wished to be within the inner workings, to be the one manipulating such a grand arena - to finesse the pieces into place and watch the pieces fall….
...he pushed that thought away. There was nothing good about this, and he did not truly wish to take part in the slaughter. If there were no consequences - if it were truly a game, certainly - but this had consequences. Final or not, people still died. It would damage them, they would be scarred from this. He did not want to assist in creating those scars.
Still, it was a little bit fascinating.
>"So we're clear? I could care less what happens to you. But ultimately, the people here want us to kill each other, they want a show and I'm not a damn performing monkey. I want to ruin their fun and get the hell back to Lawrence, and I can't imagine you feel any different. So stick close, don't screw up, and don't make me have to save your life cause neither of us want that."
Loki's eyes narrowed slightly, considering - wary. He could easily refuse - it certainly would not break Ward's heart to have his... "offer" turned down. It would be inconvenient to continue alone, however - for either of them - and despite the fact that the other hated him, he did not wish to condemn him to death by the monsters that chased them any more than he wished to face six of them alone.
“Very well.” He chose to keep his response simple, rather than to put his own conditions upon this arrangement, or to protest the attitude the other was exuding - it would do nothing more than raise tensions and waste time, doing that. He leaned down to gather up his small bag of supplies - dwindling quickly, but still important - and moved to follow.
Some time of trekking through the trees passed - perhaps an hour… it was difficult to tell with the artificial environment and his senses so violently cut off from him. Time was ...difficult, with only mortal constraints to detect it’s passing. He had been tired in the first place, weak and human as he appeared to be. There did not seem to be anything close on their trail - at least, nothing providing audible clues, though Loki would not put it past this place to have silenced the sounds of the approaching creatures, once the fear their sounds approaching caused ceased to be amusing for them. Still, it seemed unlikely. Perhaps they had lost the trail for the moment - surely not for long, not given the ability to see them wherever they were that those controlling the game had - but for the moment, at least...
“We may have lost them for the moment. It would be wise to take a break while we still can.”