His helmet covers his face once more and the Lord Marshal leaps into the air, assisted by jets built into his armor. From his hovering vantage point, he is able to quickly locate two darkly clothed figures running away from where their friend had fallen. The jets resume the plummet, guiding it to intercepting both fleeing marauders.
They are shocked by his dynamic entry, and turn their weapons towards him. Their weapons fire is completely ineffective, bullets bouncing off of the hexagonal-pattern energy barrier. Terminal rushes one, merely plowing him into unconsciousness. The other assassin throws his weapon in a panic, Terminal catching it without another thought.
He flipped it over in his grip, an M4 carbine, by the looks of it. With two well placed shots, he downs the bandit. discarding the weapon, he drags the two together, and unmasks them to reveal a Grustonian and a Faustian. Surprised, he picks both of the now unconscious assassins up, and carries them to the public courtyard and plops them down.