Sprinting at top speed as the emerald-equipped soldier was, it was impossible for Target to cover the whole distance before the soldier was swiped up by Tank's surprising burst of speed.

The thing jerked in shock as the tortoise swung it up into the air, then—on reflex, it burst into flames. While its fire was no-where near the scale of the soldier's previous performance, Tank would find himself holding onto a burning hot figure that was only getting hotter by the second.

(cut point: if Tank drops the thing as a reaction)

As the soldier tumbled to the ground, it twisted its legs around, carrying the inertia of the spin through its upper body so that it was in a position to land on all fours. Upon landing, it reared upright, carrying the upward-bound momentum of its lurch into a whooshing, fire-bound jab at the tortoise's stomach—not unlike an attack by the mirror dimension's emerald guardian, Blaze.

She'd put a couple of holes in the glass and was sure she'd be able to take it out at this point, she was oblivious to what danger she put the others in, she merely wanted to see this stopped. But she was abruptly stopped and thrown into the structures supports with a surprised. "WHOOHGOWD."

"No," he said.

"Good Molly, yer a bigg'un." She said in a dazed tone rubbing her head. "We ain't got time fer this. I ain't gonna dance 'round with that little runt or you while theirs a bomb tickin' up there!"

For now crisis was averted, sort of, its not like Jack didn't realize she was likely to set off the bomb. But three minutes wasn't a lot of time and she wasn't keen on doing nothing. Just waiting for it to happen just because she didn't have any better ideas seemed like a pretty poor plan to her.

"No," repeated the eagle, with somewhat less intensity now that the crisis had been stalled.

He looked up at the top deck of the tower, where the rain was knocking fragments of glass away from the edges of the windows.

"The boy put some kind of… sensors on it—if you shake that thing too hard, it'll blow up."

He looked back to the gryphon, giving her a stare to see if the situation had sunk in, then pulled away and hung off to the side—bracing himself against the beams of the tower with a foot.

"I'm—" he paused for the correct words for the situation.

"I'm gonna help. That crazy little punk needs to stop."

Key needn't look far for it. A highly conspicuous box sat right there in the middle of the empty floor. Made of steel and composite materials and shaped like a military footlocker, the box had a combination lock dial on its front, as well as a pair of large, burly padlocks through designated holes. It seemed Seven had thought ahead about would-be heroes tampering with his present, too, because he even had sturdy chains looped through the padlocks and wrapped around the box so that its lid couldn't simply be forced open at the hinges.

And, of course, on top of it all, just as he warned, if it was bumped or moved too quickly, it was game over. She had her work cut out for her.

Convinced that the threat Jack posed to all present was eliminated, Seven nodded in absent satisfaction then looked back to Rodolf. The unicorn was demanding information. Seven, however, was regaining his cocksure demeanor by the second as the pain of the earlier attack faded and he became ever more self assured.

"Don't act like you're entitled to anything, My Little Pegasus," said Seven, intentionally (?) misrepresenting Rodolf's species. "I'm actually a pretty nice guy, though. See, I'm willing to blow this whole conspiracy open for you—bring you out of the darkness." He pulled out what looked like a rubberized, metal-cased memory stick from one of the pouches on his vest, and flipped it in the group's general direction. "That has a copy of all the data I've collected... but if you want a chance to see it, you'll have to survive." How kind of him. "And if you wanna survive... you big 'heroes' will need to put a stop to these two," he motioned to Rock and Jam, "and their convict cat friend, too. If you do that, I won't even have any reason to blow up this island."

(OOC: Quick attack!)

"Awesome," blurted Jam in a monotone, flailing her arms out to her sides; her palms clapped audibly against her thighs, as she twisted at the waist to cast a wry glance to Rock. Her weight shifted to her left leg, while the opposite hand perched on its corresponding hip, as she indulged in a little rhetoric.

"Did you know we were behind a massive conspiracy that threatens the world as we know it? 'Cause that's news to me."

With the impact of the first bullet, the soldier twitched like it had been stung. It staggered back as bullet after bullet smacked into the helmet, before wobbling and keeling forward with a tonk.

It reclined there, the outside of its helmet riddled with deep dents.

It reared upright again, and took a few unsteady steps to regain its balance. Then it looked up at the direction the shots had come from. Then it broke into another sprint, hurtling headlong towards the base of the tower, and began climbing up towards the cat.