by gotta.blast » Sun Mar 22, 2015 4:10 am
Clint groaned, quickly regaining his senses as he landed face first on the ground. Luckily it wasn't one of the highest places he had ever fallen from. One of the worst times had to be when he jumped from a building, then swung backwards into a window, and landed with glass shards raining down around him. Once again, probably not one of his brightest moments, swinging from his grappling hook arrow. Looking up, he saw a bow pointed right at him. Past the bow, was a man in medieval looking attire, with long blonde hair. Something was....familiar....about this man. Taking a leap to his feet, the archer grabbed his bow and took a normal arrow, aiming back at Legolas. He didn't seem to be anything evil, just maybe a resident, promoting Clint to respond. "Hawkeye's here, no need to fear," Barton smirked.
The flapping of wings caused Loki to spin around, wondering what weird creatures inhabited this forest. It then occurred to him that the figure at the end of the coast was gone. Call him crazy (as many already had, especially at S.H.I.E.L.D., Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark some of the top people there to do so), but he thought that was a bit weird the misgardian just happened to walk into the forest like that. Conjuring his staff, Loki almost seemed disappointed as it was just a man. "Hello? You do not talk to a god like that!" The mischief maker said, appalled.
Helga looked at the....uh....whatever he was perched on the person's shoulder. As it spoke with a crazed tone, she was tempted to start running, wondering if the person was as equally crazy. But as Dylan introduced 'himself', in a much more poised manner, Helga decided to stick around and see what 'he' was all about. "Dylan Sharp?! Lieutenant Helga Sinclair." She replied, holding out her hand to shake. "Why don't you just lower your weapon, and maybe tell me where I am, and how to get out of here?" She asked, smiling a bit devilishly.
Kron snorted, not impressed by the fact that Bassett seemed unamused at the fact he was there instead of something else. What even was this guy anyways?! The only thing he knew to thrive on Earth was dinosaurs, dinosaurs, dinosaurs, oh, and more dinosaurs. With his big mouth, thanks from being a herd leader who always got his way, he couldn't help but be the first to talk. "What are you? What did you do to my herd, the Carnotaurs? Where am I? Talk!" He snorted loudly.