I pulled my king behind a pylon as soon as I saw that first flash of yellow in the corner of my eyes, and I ducked to my knee and raised my pistol to my eye, staring down the site, "be silent, my king." He narrowed his eyes at me, apparently not taking well to being told what to do.
There were five of them coming from ten o'clock and another five from two o clock, converging on us, and that was only the first wave, "Bamf it up, Kurt."
Kurt nodded to me and I nodded back.
Bamf!
I ducked behind the pylon to avoid some plasma fire from the Asgardian staves, "any time now, Herr Wanger."
Bamf!
"Hallo Soldaten," He said in German, "Ich bin der erstaunlichen Nishtcrawler, und ich bin eine ablenkung." Kurt stood behind the squad, in a bad guy sandwich between the first and second waves, but he dodged their weapons expertly.
I narrowed my eyes and gritted my teeth, but otherwise I ducked from behind the pylon and began to shoot glaring down my sight so I could aim my weapons more accurately and help reduce the likelihood that Kurt would be shot.
I am the amazing Nightcrawler and I am a distraction.
All of Kurt's Munich Circus skills were being put into action right here, right now, and while the soldiers were distracted, we struck.
Thin the herd.
Kurt wrapped his pitchfork tail around an Asgardian staff and attempted to rip it out of his hand. The staff's power source was about to overload when I shot that man in the head. The soldier's head was blasted backwards, his neck broken by the energy weapon.
Bamf!
Kurt teleported out, and I couldn't see where he had gone for a moment. Several other solders squared in on me, and I fired at them, "Kurt! Get your pointy ass down here!"
Bamf!
I will shove that pointy tail right up his…
Kurt phased in with the dead body thirty feet above the surface of the roadway, dropped his load and phased out.
Bamf!
The dead soldier fell on top of the three others closest to me, crushing their heads to the floor. Even I was surprised at it. It was like one of those scenes in Monty Python where God decides that someone isn't fit to breathe the air on his planet and the next thing you see is a giant foot coming down from the heavens and squashing the guy in the head.
My king and I exchanged glances. He looked almost as surprised as I was, and I let out a small chuckle before turning back to the fight. The second wave had arrived, and they were ignoring Kurt for the most part, and paying attention to me. There were twenty of them. Clearly the other five were advanced scouts to find out what they were up against. Now they were prepared. They fired at me and I knocked my king back into the small alcove between the pylon and the wall. We were pinned, but I wasn't out of ammo yet.
"Get back!" I ordered. They were still coming at me, and I continued to fire after my moment of sheer surprise. My heart was still thumping. Plasma weapons hit the roadway all around me, and they fired at the pylon where my king hid, waiting for me and Kurt to take care of the bad guys.
"Sleep," said a female voice from behind the ten remaining soldiers and I looked past them to see a tall, willowy blonde who walked with purpose and stood her full height proudly. Within a few moments, the soldiers had all fallen to the ground, some on their weapons and some not, but mostly fast asleep. She lowered her thin hands to her sides from the position slightly away from her body. She glanced at the third wave which was starting to come in from the west, waved a hand at them, and they fell too. She smiled at me, "hey Cas."
"Yo, Kat, what took you?" I took a glance back to my king, "The threat is over for now, Sire," I told him simply.
Bamf!
Kurt teleported back in next to Kat, "this was a most productive day."
"It's not over yet, team," I said to them, "we've still gotta hook up with MJ and Lars and RV at the Blackbird with Frank."
"I believe that your pilot is ahead of you," It was Loki, and I looked over at him with narrowed eyes, and then followed his gaze up into the Asgardian sky. Lo and behold, the dark silhouette of the Blackbird, hovering not a hundred metres above me. The Blackbird had been fitted with noise cancelling in the engines, so that was why I hadn't heard the Blackbird coming, and I had been too distracted to notice the shadow loom over me. Of course, this Asgardian garden was mostly shade, so I could forgive myself for that.
"I never get over that sight," I muttered, but the then I touched my radio, "hey, what's up?"
"Lars is already on board with me," Frank said simply, "Will you mates board already?"