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"Yes," Nathan sighed, katana in hand as he offered Tyler a sideways sort of smile. "I don't have to re-load a sword."

And then, after a pause for further consideration, he added, "It could have been worse. Trust me."

He could have decided to wear the armor, too.

"...How?" Tony asked, eying him as well. "You could throw a sword at someone from horseback?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Steve said as he pulled his cowl into place with an easy, practiced motion. "Then he wouldn't have his weapon any more."

"He could attach a bungee cord to it," Tyler suggested dryly. "We got a strategy?"

It was possible the gremlins watching froma nearby windowsill would not wait on an answer.

Nathan didn't look smug in the least, no. He totally knew that throwing a sword at someone from horseback was a sound strategy, just so long as you were throwing a spare. The person on the receiving end wound up just as dead, either way.

A bungee cord would just be silly.

"I believe, so far, our strategy is 'don't die.'" He brought his sword up and spun on his heel as one of the interested gremlins jumped down to greet them. "We might take that a step further and plan on not getting bitten, too. Bonus points if they end up dead."

"Blow them to pieces has a good ring to it as well," Tony added helpfully.

"That would be more your area of expertise," Steve said as he unslung his shield and slid it onto his arm, eying the gremlins waril. "I'll stick to blunt force trauma."

"Starting about now?" Tyler asked, moving to circle so they could at least start the fight back to back.

He brought the baseball bat down hard on a gremlin, cracking its skull. This would have been a more impressive feat if two others weren't jumping up at him.

Well, one of those others was going to learn very swiftly that jumping up at people who were within Nathan's reach with a sword was a very good way to find oneself cut clean in half.

"Starting about now," he agreed. And then, a moment later, added, "I'll try to refrain from throwing this one."

It had a hammer etched into the blade.

And was for Asgard.

Tony braced himself as he raised his hand to fire at one of the others, sending it... more than flying. It made a lovely splat against the nearest building.

"Yes, leave throwing things to Steve. His returns at least."

Why yes, yes it did. Steve grinned, said, "Was that a request?" and tossed his shield bowling for gremlins, ricocheting off lampposts and buildings in between taking them out before it flew back to where he could catch it.

Holy shit, that was awesome. Tyler just watched for a moment, gaping, until another gremlin leaped at him and he had to bat it away.

That one got a claw into his cheek before crashing to the ground.

"The fuckers have sharp claws."

Thank you for the PSA, Tyler.

"Sharp claws and they travel in packs," Nathan noted, twisting around a little more stiffly than he would have liked in order to slice the arms off of a gremlin that was getting a little too close to him for comfort. "They're not all that bad, really."

They weren't, say, rotting. Or made of bees.

"And are ugly." Because everyone was adding things. "Next time--"

The repulsor gauntlet whirred as it charged before he blasted one that got a bit too close to the group.

"--I'm bringing my armor."

"I don't know why you didn't this time," Steve said, dropping his arm to catch a gremlin on the edge of his shield, then bringing it up to send the critter flying through the air to smash into a brick wall with a 'splat.' "Say this for it, it's bite-proof." Which was definitely one of the things his uniform had going for it, too. Parts might not be bite-proof but they were definitely bite-resistant. As the one that attempted to jump his ankle discovered when he kicked it away with extreme prejudice. "What are they, do we know? Extraterrestrial, magical, island weird?"

"Animal," Tyler said as he swung his baseball bat wide and hard to smash a few into a wall. "Too messy to be mineral or vegetable. They look like regular gremlins to me, just nastier. Like someone fed gremlins steroids."

One of the creatures apparently took offense at that -- its physique was all natural, thank you very much -- and lunged with a growl at Tyler's pants cuff. Again. He managed to stomp it.

"And we are not surprised about this," Nathan decided, because he was absolutely allowed to decide these things for the group as a whole, "because they are not man-eating vegetables."

That gremlin right there was practically asking to have the top of its head sheared off. It had bad hair.

"Do you think that means we'll be attacked by minerals next?" Tony just had to ask, firing again.

Steve caught his shield as it rebounded from a throw and asked, "Would robots count?" Robot attacks never really surprised him.

"If robots attacked" -- and Tyler's bat was pretty crusted with gremlin goop by now, so he took a second to clean it with a handkerchief -- "I give Tony 15 minutes to write some code that will reprogram them all." A pause. "Into sexbots."

It was probably no coincidence that just then would be when a gremlin managed to clock the team's resident samurai upside the back of the head while Nathan pulled a double-take and his brain worked on rebooting, right?

The gremlin was rewarded with an elbow to the face and then a sword through the gut for its troubles.

"Thank you, Tyler."

He'd needed that mental image.

"Well, he has a point."

"You people and your obsessions," Steve said. He then proceeded to matter-of-factly dropkick another gremlin. This was fun!

"I'm not obsessed." Tyler wouldn't speak for Tony. "I was just thinking through the situation to a" -- he rushed forward to smash a few more gremlins -- "logical conclusion."

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"Or, if nothing else, to a likely one?"

Nathan, if you keep making that bitchface, it'll stick like that.

"I think it would depend," Tony informed them, fiddling with the gauntlet to test out a newer and more spread out blast. "On if they were attractive robots."

Steve knew better to ask. He did, really. And yet somehow it slipped out. "Do I want to know what constitutes an attractive robot versus an unattractive one ~~aside from that time Ultron turned the other you into a woman~~?"

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"Steve, if you ask that I'm going to have to ask if use of a sexbot is cheating." Because that was exactly what they needed to discuss in front of their friends in the middle of a battle, yes.

"It probably has something to do with curves, anyhow," Nathan contributed. Helpfully. While running another few gremlins through entirely too casually.

"And how advanced the technology is..."

Look, he was a simple man. Who happened to be a genius, billionare superhero. He was allowed his little quirks.

Tony lifted his hand to fire at a small grouping of the little beasts, knocking them back with a splat.

"Everything is about how advanced the technology is with you," Steve pointed out, and tossed his shield at another gremlin. Direct hit.

Tyler could have said not everything but that would have been a wee bit too much information.

"How does the shield work?" he asked instead, as he kicked gremlin bits out of the way.

"Don't say technology, Steve," Nathan advised, flicking his sword downward to shake some of the gore from it. "Tony might turn it into a sexbot."

Look, he only had to stumble on these things in shock for a moment before he could grab on and milk something for what it was worth. He had taught last semester with Kirk, after all.

He'd been broken in.

"I'll have you know, it belonged to me first."

Steve ignored Tony and Nathan to answer Tyler. "It's--mine, anyway, this one is technically Tony's property, so I'm not sure about it; it's not exactly the same--an alloy of two rare metals with unique properties. It has a very precise balance." He slung it again and said, "And I've had a lot of practice," as it ricocheted, then caught it.

Also, his reflexes were ridiculous, but he didn't like to brag.

"And you're really good with it," Tyler observed, since some things were just kind of obvious. "I'd ask for a try if we weren't trying to kill things right now."

Bam. Bam. Bam. Beating gremlins with a baseball bat was hypnotic.

And messy. Of course, there didn't seem to be many ways to fend off gremlins that weren't messy, so...

"Pass it around once the killer gremlins are dealt with, Steve. We can all have a go at it."

It would be funny.

"I'll make sure to alert the clinic." Because there was no way in hell Tony was going to throw that and not injure someone.

Most likely himself.

Steve squelched down his first instinct, which was to yell something along the lines of, 'No it's mine!' at them. "Let me ask you something," he said in a level tone, and caught another gremlin against his shield, using the leverage to send it flying. "Would you ask for a go in the Iron Man armor just for the heck of it?"

The flying gremlin spun and landed at Tyler's feet. He yelped and kicked it away.

"Well, but that's different," he said.

Give him a second, and he'd work out how.

"It feels way easier to hurt yourself in a flying suit than with a shield," he offered. "And the suit wouldn't fit me."

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