Loki had the luck of beyond human senses on his side. Even when someone was superhuman, they were still human, which meant that they were slower than people like Loki and his brother, Thor. He had heard something running toward them and, quick as lightening, sprang forth to attack it. He didn't even bother to look at it or question just what it was that was after Bruce, instead springing forth and slamming his fist through its chest, hand coming through its back covered in blood.
He hadn't thought anything about how close he had gotten to the creature, that blood had splattered on his face. He shook the body off of his arm, sneering slightly as he shook the blood off of his arm and then reaching up to wipe his face with his clean hand. He supposed that this little display wouldn't exactly show just how calm and controlled he truly was, but these creatures just seemed to multiply whenever no one was looking.
Once he felt himself slightly more presentable, he started to turn around, but stopping mid-turn, feeling that something was...off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on just what it would be. "Did it just get warmer in the last thirty seconds?" he asked. He didn't like this. He didn't feel right.