The twang of stone against metal was a death knell at any other time. It may be their salvation this time though. Thor turns to break into a run, deviating into the grass to silence any sound of his feet on the pavement. He needed to get to the house.

He needed to hope Loki was behind him or at least finding his own way. If he looked back he could miss a step.

The sight of the house and more importantly the sledge was a relief. The sounds of the creatures screaming behind him left his heart pounding in his chest.

His hand closes around the handle of the sledgehammer. He grasps it in both hands before deviating his path back towards the sidewalk. He swings it down hard onto the fire hydrant there. It only took two hard, desperate swings to smash the side off, the sound drawing the monsters towards him but the blast of water would be what met them first.

Thor abandons the hammer where it was, darting away from the new, much louder source of sound to the porch of the home. One firm kick knocked the side of the slats out and he slides himself beneath the porch floor. The space was tight and he felt a nail dig against his shoulder but he could see what was going on from here.

He could look out for Loki.