[ loki gives a flat look which speaks volumes of what he thinks of guns and swords. he carefully extricates nate's grip on him, still feeling rattled over being touched, a wordless feeling of loss bubbling in him. instead of dwelling, loki gathers green magical energy in his palms and flings it out, knocking over a large group of zombies shambling towards the shore.
then he straightens himself with a sigh. there's no point lashing out when people are here to see him lose it. ]
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then he straightens himself with a sigh. there's no point lashing out when people are here to see him lose it. ]
We can go. I can lead you back.