A victory? He hopes not. It's possible. If the convoy bearing the food has been stopped, the driver and escorts slain, that might indeed be a victory for these beings, devastating for the mortal inhabitants of the Nexus. There would seem to be no reason to spare the last handful of their forces on the ground, though, even if that's the case. And that was clearly the order that caused their withdrawal.

Perhaps there is something more important going on.

Loki eyes the newcomer that's appeared, then the reaction of the others to his presence. Ah. He's been made, then, even if the being can't pinpoint his exact location. And if the others are making space for him, that would seem to indicate he ranks high.

Norns, he doesn't want another fight. He wouldn't be able to hold the entire camp at bay, he's sure. Gathering his energies he takes half a second to think lend me your courage, Brother; Mother, lend me your wisdom, and then allows himself to shimmer into view, arms out and hands held palms up to show he's unarmed.

He's still in the Jotun form, towering over most of them, red-eyed and angular, without his cloak. And he smiles, projecting confidence, looking at the guard who seemed to have sensed him. "I certainly can't stop you from shooting, but I promise you, a talk will be much more interesting for all of us. Battle is glorious, indeed, but it gets very tedious after a while."