Connor arrived at the bay, his fools motley flopping about him in the breeze, in a tizzy of confusion. There were loud bangs and lots of color coming from the area ahead. Was the festival still going on inside the docking bay, he pondered to himself? But that didn't really quite make sense, while the notion may have seemed rather odd, much cargo was flammable as was some fuels used to run airships and he doubted anyone would be celebrating with such dangerous ordinance in an area like this, where a mishap with fire could mean something exploding, even he wasn't that crazy. He chuckled slightly as he realized, no, he was exactly that crazy.

It was mid chuckle then that he rounded the corner only to witness the set of three outlaws from behind. Those in front of him appeared to have some type of heavy ordnance launchers, most probably grenades, while the one in the middle had on some type of mechanical suit with large front facing hand cannons, no real rear armament, and little to no ease of maneuverability. They seemed to be working in conjecture with a larger body of outlaws that was further to the side, in front of and firing on a man in front of a large stack of supplies, that he appeared to be protecting and fighting over.

Connor watched as the man they were focusing on, presumably the TAC officer he was meant to be reporting to, enacted a relatively powerful barrier around himself, using his mechanical arm to stabilize the mana so as to not have to put in as much concentration or effort on maintaining the spell. Connor had to give it to the man for creativity on that. "Well Chi." Connor said with a wide grin, "Looks like it is time to earn our keep around here."

Connor drew his pistol from inside his pants in his left hand and simultaneously spun his staff from his back. Then with a steady sure hand he took sights with the pistol and shot the men with the grenade launchers twice each, in the backs of their legs. Now had the gun been an ordinary gun, firing ordinary bullets, they would have bounced off, most of the lethal force defected, probably only causing minor pain and slight surprise, but this was not an ordinary gun, and Connor never, ever shot ordinary bullets. These rounds were each individually packed with spikes of fire magic, and the gun itself amplified and directed whatever magic passed through it, and so when the bullets made contact with the shielding of the individuals legs, instead of bouncing off relatively harmlessly, a blaze launched through the shielding the outlaws had cast around them, blowing out the unsuspecting mens knees.

Temporarily ignoring the battle Connor called out to the man in the barrier, "Dmitry Kovalev I'm guessing? I hope I'm not spoiling your fun, but I think I will take care of these three hooligans, so perhaps you can focus on the others outlaws on hand?" Connor laughed a little maniacally, and with his staff in his right hand made a sweeping gesture, engulfing the mechanically clad outlaw in flames, before realizing to his chagrin that while the suit might be heat protected the hand cannons ammunition probably was not as we-- interrupting that thought was a relatively large blast, caused by all of the cannoneers ammunition igniting simultaneously launching the outlaws on either side of the blast, who would now be feeling much more then just the gunshot wounds to the legs, away, as well as sending the man who had been wearing the mechanical suit pinwheeling out of control. Connor winced as the man hit the ground face first with a sickening thud. 

"I do hope I didn't kill any of those poor saps, Chi. If I did I might have to fill out paperwork, and you know how much I detest paperwork." Connor shook his head then jogged to join his leader under the protective spell. "Connor De'Finn reporting for duty your officerlyness, so got any orders for me mr. boss man?"