The rounds from Walter's rifle buzz past Yankee, a stray bullet ricochets against his longsword, knocking it out of his hoofs as a second one punctures through his foreleg to generate a slur of curses from him. A glow of green magic encompasses the unicorn as his hooves and horn glow brighter; he lifts his hoof towards him before a loud boom is heard. In a blur the Director is sent flying back right into and through the wall. A large hole is seen, several bricks and drywall falling to the floor as the dust settles in the room.

The cannon fired again after seeing Yankee step out. However, the one that Yankee launched had a direct hit. The unit carrier appeared as the two pegasi pulling it attempted to keep it in the air. The team in the back was engulfed in flames as the carrier began to fall and smash into the floor below Walter making a loud bang and crash.

The SEAL looked in disbelief before emptying the rest of the rounds in his repeater at Yankee before ducking down and reloading.

As Yankee begins his attack on the other soldier in the room, the agent gets back up and looks around; an undamaged bottle of chardonnay catching his attention. Lifting his hoof towards it he levitates over, grasping it out of the air before aiming it at the Director. Leading his target, the unicorn fires the bottle towards him; it bashes into his shoulder and sends him reeling back towards the wall.

As the bottle bounces back into the air it's suddenly halted by a green aura; it lowers down to the unicorn who aims the chardonnay at Walter, sending it flying towards him. The Director then charges towards the agent; Foxtrot's fatigue from the fight and magic usage beginning to show. Instead of using blasts and shields, the two engage in hoof to hoof combat; parrys, jabs and kicks fly between them as they counter each other's moves. Yankee blocks one of Foxtrot's swipes; instead of attacking, he pushes his hoofs against his opponent. Foxtrot recovers after a few steps back; but before he can retaliate, he's assaulted by a flurry of magical beams from point blank range. His armor and fur start to burn from smaller impacts and grazing; once Yankee stuns him, his two front hooves glow brightly, the Director firing a larger blast right into Fox's torso and sending him flying into the wall next to the inventory room.

Walter didn't need to take that from Fox to take very careful aim and fire the crossbow at Yankee before switching back to his repeater to eep up the pressure.

Foxtrot sprints along the shining wooden floors of the supply room, grabbing whatever he can get his hooves on. The resounding gunfire beckons him to the hole he jumped through to get there, peering out just in time to find Yankee teleport Walter right out into the sky. "OH SH!T!" Scooping up a backpack, he sprints towards Yankee and tackles him off the building, letting him go and diving to Walter. The surge of air blasts through his mane as his tail flutters among the gusts on wind swirling between the towering spires of the metropolis. Tucking his body in, he speeds into the soldier, catching him with his hooves and immediately pulling the chord on his pack. In an instant a set of canvas wings springs out, yanking the two straight up along the skyscraper as Yankee plummets down before teleporting out of sight. As the two climb in altitude, another Director comes into view. "Hey! Over there! I'll get up close and you knock em out of the sky!" Foxtrot clips a lanyard onto the earth pony's harness to keep him attached. Now secure, he pulls on two separate chords found by his shoulders, maneuvering them through the blue yonder until they line up behind Juliet. "Target in sight!"

Juliet never saw it coming as the two rounds puncture her right wing and hind quarters. The griffon let's out a cry of pain as she swerved out of the sky, crashing back into the building several floors beneath Lauren and Connor. The Director lays unconscious in the offices, strewn onto a bloody desk.