Foxtrot's ears ring as his vision blurs in and out of darkness; the dark figure next to him draws his attention. His pupils dilate when he sees Walter motionless on the ground, his heart stops, the pain numbing throughout his body. Clenching his jaw, he struggles to get up, nearly falling in the meantime until he finally gets to his hooves. Stepping over to Walter, the unicorn reaches into his pockets and pulls out wrapped bandages with a navy bluish coating. Tearing off smaller pieces he applies them to the bullet holes found all over Walters body. Once the bandage is applied, the wound itself is cleaned, numbed, and swelled to slow bleeding. 'That should work, Niv's plants always work like a charm.' The agent's eyes shift over to the carbine, his hooves scooping it up as he examines the spot Yankee and Connor are at. With a glow of his hoof he teleports off the roof for a moment before popping back into existence a short distance behind the Director. Armed with his combat machete and carbine slung over his shoulder, he dives in and swings towards the unicorn, stopping his attack and taking his focus away from Connor. The blade glows with a magical aura as the two swipe and parry each other's attacks. Kicks and sporadic blasts of magic fire in random directions as the agents teleport throughout the area. Foxtrot manages to kick Yankee back a sizable distance, the sheer force of the howling wind adding to the momentum of the unicorn's strike. Reaching into his holster, he draws out his crossbow pistol, the lines and details radiate with magic as the bolt is encased in energy. Taking aim, he fires the projectile and takes the Director by surprise, the bolt actually piercing the aura protecting him and puncturing through his shoulder. He's knocked back and pauses, setting up a shield around him to recover. Both show signs of fatigue and weariness, parts of their attire stained with blood.