As Allan approached the bay, he noticed smoke rising from it, and sensed that something was probably very wrong. He whistled, and Lysander let out a roar that scared open a path through the crowd, and Allan crouched, preparing to make use of his enhanced legs. Lysander lowered himself to all fours, and the two were off like Olympic sprinters, moving faster than any normal Humas had any right to. When they arrived at the scene, Allan drew his massive sword, letting it fall with enough force to crack the concrete when it touched the ground. Noticing a TAC officer standing off against a gang of outlaws, he was relieved when a Ranath showed up, firing at two of the outlaws and setting them on fire. The officer was holding his own for now, protected by some sort of magical barrier and taking shots at the outlaws advancing on him. He gripped it with two hands, and crouched again, determining where he could help the most. Settling on a course of action, he dashed forward, slamming his 35-pound sword into one of the outlaws, overwhelming his magical protection and sending him flying backwards.
Lysander smashed into one of the others, swiping at him with massive paws, bashing against the magical barrier until it yielded, and downing the second outlaw. The Ranath seemed to have the other three outlaws under control, though Allan was worried about the power suit's ammunition cooking off in such close proximity to the Ranath's fire bullets. The Ranath addressed the man as "Dmitry Kovalev," a name spoken of in very high regard among the Coalition. Allan immediately snapped up his sword and extended it in a military salute, arms out, blade perpendicular to the ground, feet slightly apart and boxed, and back ramrod straight. "Sir! It is my honor to defend you. TAC Officer Allan Phaedrus, reporting for duty."