Meanwhile, Loki has managed to slip away around the Virizion, keeping to the trees as his murkrow follows.

"What do you see, Ikol," he whispers, the bird whispering something in his ear. He appears to gain a calculating glance, and nods. If he acknowledges an additional presence in the trees, he doesn't show it- merely moving ahead before looking down to what appear to be a small number of dazed, confused, and overall defeated folk in knight-like garb.

He grins. "Well now! This is a fine mess you've gotten into isn't it..!~" They must be the bad guy after all, they have generic identical costumes.

Only bad guys have those.