Brooklyn and Bianca were startled by the sudden laser blast.
"Oh God, they found them." In a panic, Bianca bit Brooklyn's hand. He reflexively withdrew from her with a yelp of pain. Scrambling to her feet Bianca ran to the ledge of the building, yelling out to Macbeth.
"Father!" Brooklyn grabbed her by the arms and forced her back down.
"Are you insane, they'll see you!" He yelped. Suddenly Brooklyn paused, his eyes widening, "Wait a minute…'Father'?"
"Father!" Macbeth heard the scream and looked up just in time to see Brooklyn forcefully drag her away from the ledge.
"Bianca!" He cried out, dashing to the edge of the building. By now the roof top was ablaze with gunfire.
Goliath made one weak attempt to stop him, "No Macbeth, wait! It isn't safe…" But he was many rooftops away by now, racing towards Bianca. At the moment Goliath had bigger problems to contend with. With a roar he ripped up some of the metal sheeting from the roof, using it as a shield against the gunfire.
"Goliath!" Lexington yelled out to him, "We've got a dozen more guys air born on jetpacks."
"How many on the ground?" He asked Hudson.
"Twenty at least." He growled, pulling out his sword, "It looks like this may be it, Goliath."
"Hardly." Goliath answered, "Lexington, Angela, you take to the sky. The rest of you with me. Scatter, try to split them up." The gargoyles all bolted in different directions.
By the time Macbeth had reached the building top, his gun was already drawn, his finger on the trigger. He climbed over the edge and Bianca rushed to him, throwing her arms around his neck, "I knew you'd find me!"
"Oh Bianca, Bianca…" He sighed, embracing her, "thank God you're safe." Brooklyn began to approach the ledge, anxious for his clan. He hadn't taken two steps when Macbeth leveled the gun at his chest. "As for you…" He growled angrily.
Bianca grabbed his arm, "Father, no!"
Nervously Brooklyn put his hands up, "Whoa…hang on, you've got the wrong idea, I wasn't trying to-" The blast from his gun knocked Brooklyn over. He cried out in pain, grasping his injured arm.
"Brooklyn!" Bianca cried out, pulling away from Macbeth to rush over to him.
"Bianca…" Macbeth murmured, stunned. He watched horrified as she dropped to her knees beside Brooklyn, tears in her eyes.
"Oh no…" She brought a hand to his face, "Oh Brooklyn…I'm so sorry…" Macbeth took her arm and pulled Bianca to her feet.
Sternly he dragged her away, "We're leaving. Now."
"But…but he's hurt! We can't just-"
Macbeth pushed a button on his belt and his hovering helicopter began to move, "You're safe now, that's all that matters." The helicopter stopped above them. Another press of the button and a rope ladder dropped.
"No, this is wrong. They need our help." She objected.
"Let me worry about that. We've got our own problems. Now get on board." Macbeth answered coldly.
Stubbornly Bianca folded her arms, "I can't believe you!"
"We can discuss this inside." Macbeth said hastily, eyeballing the ensuing struggle a few rooftops off, "Now quickly, we need to get you out of here before they spot us." Bianca shot a hesitant look back at Brooklyn. He was just getting back to his feet, clutching his arm to stop the bleeding as he looked back at her. "Young lady, I said MOVE." Macbeth finished angrily. Reluctantly, Bianca turned and climbed up the rope. Macbeth watched to see that she had safely gotten into the helicopter before grabbing hold of the ladder himself. He cast a smoldering glare at Brooklyn and retreated into the aircraft.
Broadway grabbed two nearby men by their belts, bodily slamming them into one another. The armor of the now unconscious soldiers made a soft clunking sound as he hastily dropped them back on the ground focusing his energies on the next two mercenaries in his path.
"Hey, you know this isn't so bad." Broadway grunted, sending another three flying, "Get enough of these guys close together and it's like fish in a barrel…no matter which way I turn, I've always got something to hit. Hell, this is easy!" He and Hudson both dove to the ground and covered their heads as another laser blast hit close by. "Except for those…" Broadway grunted, "I hate those."
"Aye, laddie…can't argue with you there." Hudson agreed leaning slightly on his sword to help him back to his feet.
Goliath himself was on the opposite end of the rooftop, sizing up the relative strength of his enemies' positions. The gargoyles were making a dent in their numbers, but not enough of one. Unless help came, and soon, things were going to start looking very grim indeed. Only then did it become clear to Goliath that help was in fact racing towards them even as they spoke. The sound of police sirens grew louder in the distance. Goliath attacked with renewed strength. Somewhere in the back of his mind it occurred to him how unusual it was that the police were responding so quickly. After all, the battle had only begun moments ago.
His curiosity was instantly arrested by yet another new development. The deafening sound of helicopter blades beating the air above him told Goliath that Macbeth was back again…and this time he was on the right side. Two electrified nets dropped down from the chopper in rapid succession, each one capturing a dozen men or so, easily. He then opened fire, sending the men below scattering. Goliath surveyed the rooftop once more: now these were odds he could handle. In a matter of moments the force on the roof was decimated leaving only a handful of air born troops to run aground, and the police sirens now rang out clearly through the night. They would be descending upon them at any moment now. Clearly aware of this, Macbeth's helicopter turned about and made a hasty retreat. Silently Goliath watched it disappear into the night sky before taking flight himself. These last few men needed their wings clipped fast…once that was done, the police could handle it from there.