[ Loki snatches hold of Jason and an ungainly yelp echoes as the grapple gun yanks them out of the fray, his grip tight even if he flails as they escape. Once atop a roof, he stumbles and dusts off his clothes, straightening where the cultists pulled too hard. ]
Almost took my arm off, Red King, but you ... have my thanks.
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Almost took my arm off, Red King, but you ... have my thanks.