He hands the rifle to Dylan and jumps up to scale the fence quietly, quickly sliding over the top and dropping down to the side of the garage as he draws his sword. There were gaps in the armour that he knew would make this a quick job, but as the drone was without any kind of protection on his head, this would be quicker. He pauses just as he is about to charge forward, horrified by the level of sadism Mark had now sunk to. This was no Lieutenant… This was Moe!
He stands there for a moment, frozen by the choice he now had to make. Take out his old sensei, or let him signal for more drones. He doesn’t hesitate however and rushes forward turns the tip of the blade away and striking him with the hilt as hard as he can, knocking him to the ground where he lands limply.