As the aliens fired on one another, Press was starting to breathe rather heavily. He placed a few fingers on the side of his head; work like this wasn't easy. However, he now had another threat to deal with, and an annoying one at that. 

"[b]Hay asshat! Never turn your back on Bolt! Let's bring on the thunder![/b]" a voice yelled at Press. He turned to see the thief again; damn guy just wouldn't know when to quit. Then the huge wave of electricity shot towards him, and Press wasted no time shooting upwards into the sky to avoid the lightning. The alien ships below, though, were not so lucky as they fell from the sky and crashed into the buildings. 

While glad the ships were out for the count, the way it was done had endangered civilians. If that damned thief wanted a fight so bad then so be it. In retaliation, Press flew to a lower altitude so he would be on the same level as the thief and aimed his palms at him. He then began firing his explosive lasers at him. This way, if either of them missed, the lasers would hit as few buildings as possible and cause the least amount of property damage, as well as endanger less civilians. 

Meanwhile, Horus had spotted the alien commander and noted its trident. Marking it by its distinct appearance from the other aliens, Horus then began keeping an eye on it, making sure it wouldn't escape its sights easily.