"I'll leave the Asgardian cast-offs to you then, but don't hesitate to call for help." Vincent takes off his jacket and stretches his neck. "Even a half-blood should be able to run down the other one. No sense risking a misfired spell hitting the hostage."
He crouches, then leaps for the roofs, pursuing Batroc.
Creel just blinks at the bit about the police. "I'm flippin' cars, and the cheese-eater's thinking his bragging is the big attention-getter..." He continues charging down the street, batting a scooter away.
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