Cadance skidded to a halt before reaching hitting the wall nearly face planting into it.

"Fox listen to me! You got to calm down!" She pleaded. "I can try a love spell but I don't know how affective it will be!"

 Her horn charged up and shot a whole through the wall appearing around the recording as she quickly pressed stop.

Even with the recorder off, Foxtrot still remains hostile; focusing on the charging Broadshield. Tinder's ice magic does take hold on him, slowing his movements. A fraction of ice does track on one of his goods. As he stands back to strike the guard, the added weight causes him to lose his balance.

Tinder grins slightly as she sees him loose his balance, now focusing even more of her magic on immobilizing him. At this point she's so focused on her magic and the spell that she would never be able to dodge an attack, right now she's basically a sitting duck. Completely unable to protect herself since she doesn't want to use magic on making a shield, or loose her focus on her magic in case something bad happens.

THe princess loosened up as she saw Broadshield had Fox in a headlock. She let out a sigh of relief but kept her horn glowing.

With her balance stable, Nivalia looks over to see Foxtrot still under control of the recording. Reaching into his backpack, she pulls out some rope and ties them around his hooves and muzzle. "This should hold him; lay him on his back, make sure none of those hooves touch a single surface." Going through her own satchel, she pulls out some bandages and heads over to Ebony. Pulling out the dagger, she immediately applies the wraps, sealing the wound and ceasing the bleeding.

Ebony begins to stir as his wound is treated. Two other Lunar Guards enter the room soon after. The younger one approaching them as the second one tends to the lieutenants still on the floor. "Private Mazur, is the captain alright? We were working in the office when all of a sudden he and some unicorn pop out of nowhere and begin flying across the room before zapping out of thin air." Nivalia looks over to the guard and nods. Ebony coughs a few times before opening his eyes, "Ugh, sh!t that was rough. Thanks Niv. Mazur, I gotta know one thing..." The noctral lays his head back down, looking toward the ceiling. "My coffee mug, the big one I use..."

"The big one that says 'A giant cup of shut the f@$& up'?" the private asks. "Its shattered sir, I'm sorry. We were able to find your replacement, 'A giant cup of I don't give a sh!t'."

"Oh thank the moon and stars." Ebony exclaims.

Nivalia looks over to Cadence, more notably, the tape recorder. Stepping away from Ebony she approaches the princess, "Your highness, we may need to play that recording. There's something we're missing and it may be on that tape."

As the tape plays back up, Foxtrot tenses up, his breathing strained and heavy. The sound of combat is heard in the background until the music concludes. Oscar's voice speaks up again, "Oh hell yea! Record time! Alright agent stand down." Fighting still goes on in the background, Oscar's voice becoming more stern, "Agent 04, your objective is complete. Stand! Down!" An explosion erupts from the tape, a slur of obscenities coming from Lima. Oscar's voice becomes frantic, "Damn it! Lima, activate the kill switch! NOW!"

A loud whistle goes off, ceasing the hostilities on the tape. Foxtrot himself loses consciousness and falls over onto his side. Lima sighs, "What the hell happened!? He outright attacked us! That never happens!"

"It looks like he still needs more conditioning." Oscar says. "Yankee is going to be pissed. Still, the magic transfer was successful so this wasn't a complete waste."

"Are you sure sir?" Lima asks, her tone full if concern. "He's suffered enough emotional trauma; he's completely unstable. Maybe he should be taken out of the program."

Oscar's voice becomes stern, "You're input is appreciated agent but it is not your call to make. I certainly wouldn't bring that up around Yankee, unless you want him to show you what happened to Victor and Sierra." The mention of those two names perks Nivalia's ears up, the changeling rushing over to the tape. "We've had enough opposition to the program from our previous Director and we don't need anymore."

There's a pause in the tape, Lima sounding stunned at the news. "B-but why Sierra? She's not even an agent."

"Victor already leaked the information to her, she was a risk." Oscar answers. "Hell, Foxtrot and that bug would've been on that list if she told them about it. So for your well being Lima, keep this confidential." The sound of a swivel chair goes off before Oscar concludes his session. "Finish up the report, drop off Foxtrot at the point, and report back for further orders. And Lima?"

"Yes sir?" Lima asks, her voice now timid and soft.

"You're Agent 04's Handler." Oscar states. "You are responsible for his physical and emotional wellbeing. Anything out of the ordinary you are to report it. Keep your personal and professional lives separate." The sound of a door opening and closing resonates from the tape. A moment of silence passes before it ends, leaving a silence in the room.