"Roger that, Tyrant, watch your fire on the rooftop while I'm up there. Over and out." Viking said over the comms as he saluted Tyrant as he watched him wreck havoc down in the streets once more, giving the British to consider their own position in this war, though they most likely would defend what they rightfully claimed as theirs. In the midst of sand-coloured houses and Mosque towers, Viking located the warehouse Tyrant had been talking about, and from what Viking could see from he roof it didn't look too much of a task for him. 

Viking activated his boosters and ascended up into the sky and heading towards the warehouse. The shining man flew through the air and descended down again towards the rooftop, when he saw that the British indeed had Bofors. And they were firing at him, with worrying accuracy! Taking the risk of coming down too fast, Viking put his thrusters on the lowest level so he fell quickly down onto the roof, it was the only way to quickly get down on the roof without being targeted successfully by the Bofors. On the roof, it was business as usual, with Viking evading the incoming small-arms fire and accurately taking down the British infantry on the roof. One even decided it was better to jump off the roof rather than face certain death from the flying devil that was Viking. "Rooftop secured, ETA on the warehouse?"