Fortunately for the Irondome, even if its own garrison was currently away or caught with its pants down there were still heroes ready for battle within. Although no orders had come, Leo had already strapped his pilot armor on and was currently on the elevator towards the Brave Magnus' cockpit. It was a simple decision. The facility had to be protected, and being the outnumbered last line of defense was just so damn heroic it was going to make them look like a million bucks when he turned two brawlers into chunks. As long as he didn't mess up and kick the bucket, but even if he did no one could say he hadn't tried his damndest. Just a matter of time till the rest got back.

The Magnus' interface was a strange mixture of old and new technologies. It had been outfitted with motion capture and voice command recognition in its latest refurbishing, but it wasn't quite as well integrated as the Blitz Juggernaut's technology and the pilot still had a pair of control sticks and pedals he grabbed hold of in case the more advanced systems failed him. Fortunately, the machine had been on standby since the first alert as its crew ran a battery of checks to ensure optimal performance for its next deployment, so not only was it ready to go, it was quite definitely working as smoothly as it ever would. Time to go.

Leo wasn't quite as hyper about engagements as Dazza, but he hadn't been struck by the blind panic the rest of the Irondome crew had seemingly succumbed to. He was not, however calm. He felt fear, like every time he prepared to fight with a world-ending monster, but it was a controlled sensation, a tension that kept him focused, razor sharp. Someone had to fight these things, so that others didn't have to live with that fear he felt right now, that horrible sensation he had first learned to live with, then turned into a weapon against them. All that was left was for the hangar doors to open and to face down whatever it was that was coming at him.