Alarm ripples out around them, exclamations and calls to arms. In a moment he has the attention of every Fallen in sight- and around him, spears and swords and rifles are leveled crackling at the strange intruder. Except for the one who detected him, that is. At a bit over seven feet, the vandal has to crane his head up at Loki, but he does so fearlessly, with something a little like curiosity and a little like vindication- until he turns his head, barks out a raspy, "Hold fire!" at those around him.
Nobody shoots. They don't look especially happy about it, though. The guards at the barrow entrance simply wait, eyes glittering. A couple of the captains have stormed their way to the front, though neither looks particularly familiar. The wind whistles about them yet, tugging at capes and cloaks and Loki's hair.
"What is this?" one asks, glowering wary over its heavy gun. Among themselves, their speech contains a greater share of inhuman clicks and hisses, but Loki's had time to adjust. "It fought with the humans on the field. Will we not kill it?"
"No. It was expected," says the vandal facing Loki. "Pelsor will speak with this one." He cocks his head up at the Jotun. "You will follow. And... talk."
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Nobody shoots. They don't look especially happy about it, though. The guards at the barrow entrance simply wait, eyes glittering. A couple of the captains have stormed their way to the front, though neither looks particularly familiar. The wind whistles about them yet, tugging at capes and cloaks and Loki's hair.
"What is this?" one asks, glowering wary over its heavy gun. Among themselves, their speech contains a greater share of inhuman clicks and hisses, but Loki's had time to adjust. "It fought with the humans on the field. Will we not kill it?"
"No. It was expected," says the vandal facing Loki. "Pelsor will speak with this one." He cocks his head up at the Jotun. "You will follow. And... talk."