(He can free-run yes, I think we honestly have to consider suing them before it's too late! And with all that money, we can make our own movie about the RP, and make even more money! It would be banned in Germany, Russia, Australia, etc etc but who cares?)

"Alright Tyrant, watch out below!" Viking said to Tyrant as he watched him exit the warehouse from the other side. From prior experience, Viking knew what carnage had just taken place inside the building he stood upon, what horrors the British soldiers faced against the behemoth that Tyrant posed to them. Viking confidently walked straight off the rooftop and fell through the sky feet first, before he activated his rocket boosters just before impact, and landed somewhat softly on the sandy ground. 

The British machine gunners focused on Tyrant, not taking notice of Viking who came running up behind the massive piece of steel. Tyrant's armour-suit was big enough to give Viking complete cover, with a little crouching and not sticking his arms out. While Tyrant was busy with the machine gunners up-front, Viking took the time to scan their rear-flank for fleeing British infantry. Viking raised his MP45 up to his shoulder and scanned the buildings through the scope of his rifle, switching the firing-mode to single-shot. Over the comms, Viking heard Tyrant and Victoria toss tactical information and artillery coordinates between each other; Stukas, Nebels and normal artillery, all feared by the Allied armies for their massive firepower. Viking, who had read after-action-reports from the Invasion of Norway, knew that while the German artillery were feared, the variety of cannons and rocket-launchers meant that supplying all these different weapons would be difficult if not for a constant stream of supplies. Who knows, if the German war-industry had been weakened, then that could mean a concerning shortage of shells and rockets. 

Viking continued to scan the buildings behind them, and it seemed to be quiet except for one British sharpshooter who hid inside a house, hiding in the shadows. Viking quickly took care of him, firing a single round from his MP45 and killing the Brit instantly with a shot to the head. He turned around to Tyrant just as artillery fired for full effect. All the explosions knocked Tyrant nearly back, while Viking was knocked straight on his back in his lighter and less stable suit. Luckily it was strong enough to survive a small fall like that, and Viking quickly got back on his feet. "Some serious firepower indeed! Stalin's Organ ain't no match! I'll go in high and look for survivors, check your fire, might be survivors who can't or won't fight anymore there." Viking said to Tyrant, activating his rocket boosters again and flying towards the dock, trying to avoid flying into the large chimneys of smoke that their artillery had made. 

Underneath him he could see mutilated corpses of British soldiers, sailors, and to his horror even what appeared to be civilians, all laying in twisted ways with blown off limps and burned skin. Moments afterwards he could see soldiers walk towards Tyrant, arms raised in the air, soldiers who knew better than to face the Steel Behemoth and wished peace more than war now. "It's hell down there, Tyrant, your boys really gave Montgomery a taste of high-explosives! I can't see any considerable threat down there, but be careful. I'll keep my eyes open, Viking out."