Albert comes upon them a moment later, taking a breath of time to compute the situation. Felicity at close quarters means Tom can't use his longer reach to his advantage against her. He seems to even be having trouble with fighting a much smaller opponent. Small enough that Albert, after that one moment of assessment, decides he can use it to his advantage.

And, well, what is it they always say? Tom should pick on someone his own size.

Felicity goes for Tom's gut and Albert sprints, taking a great leap and grabbing onto a protruding bar from above in the corridor's ceiling. On the heels of Felicity's blow are Albert's literal heels as he swings from the bar once like a pendulum, aiming to plant both of his metal, boot-clad feet against Tom's face with the entire weight of his over half-ton body swinging behind them.