sole of a combat boot flies towards his face and makes contact with a sickening thud.
He stumbles backwards, his legs like jelly and buckling under him as he struggles to remain on his feet. The drones almost gasp in horror as their leader stumbles and with another trusting kick to his chest from Steve he falls straight over the edge of the roof and disappears from view. They just stand there aimlessly. The alpha, eliminated.
As the sound of Mark hitting the ground below reaches their ears they slowly sink into their deactivated mode and await instructions. Steve looks over the edge at the body below, as if he needed to confirm the kill, but takes a second to look at the body and lets the moment sink in.