The rocket boosters on Viking's back gave off a small trail of smoke as he flew through the sky. The elite soldier from the cold north, now serving for his German occupiers, flew gracefully from rooftop to rooftop, gunning down any and all British soldiers who were all too occupied shooting at the giant steel soldier down in the street. Viking landed on one of the roofs, firing at one of the soldiers with his MP45 into his torso. The others backed away and aimed their revolvers and revolvers at him, firing at the steel soldier in shining armour, or not too shiny due to the sand and the bullet marks on his armour. Their bullets only bounced off him, though the shear amount of bullets made him stumble slightly backwards, but nothing he hadn't trained for. He raised his assault rifle and opened fire again, emptying the magazine as all the Brits clutched their stomachs, legs, arms, or groins. 

Then he heard Tyrant's and Victoria's voices over the comms, telling each other that they had the situation under control, like the 505th always did. The best of the best in Hitler's endless armies, using top-notch technology made by the best minds from the Third Reich. And hadn't it been for the fact that by now resistance was futile against the Axis powers, and that Viking himself wished to fight against the Bolsheviks from the start of the Winter War in 1939, being able to continue the fight after Norway was lost, Viking would have been Jakob Norheim in the Norwegian Army somewhere in the UK, possibly having to face the 505th and certain death. He had been lucky, but it was a bitter sweet luck. 

"If they so much wish to blow something up, tell them to wait for our coordinates on other British ships out in the harbour making life difficult for us. I tell you, Tyrant, one of these days I want to be the one shooting those big shells from afar. Could that be arranged?" Viking said jokingly over the comms, jumping from the rooftop to another one, reloading the MP45 with another magazine and taking a look at the devastation Tyrant was causing down on the street. "What about the other ships in the harbour? Are they staying or trying to flee?"