"Yeh, thanks," he grumbles like he's less than enthused for the tip, however well intentioned.

"I can't get within five feet of'em with that fuckin' beam, but you.... You think this thing hold?" he asks shaking his head clear just in time to get a look at the kid straining under the force of that spectre's mimicked powers as he unleashes some other spell along with it.

Whatever spell Loki unleashes is enough to sideline their opponent. The beam is interrupted as Ghost-Clops staggers and his visage wavers around like a disturbed cloud of smoke.

"One more of those!" he barks, just blindly hoping the kid has it in him as he charges their distracted foe, claws out and ready to behead the thing.