It was a rudimentary plan at best, but Albert had thought they could divide Initiate's attention, keep him reeling from one threat to the other. Instead he finds he'd underestimated the Troll's speed - or overestimated his own - and instead he's sent careening into another building despite his being able to snap off another two shots before he was grabbed.

The building doesn't come down, not entirely, but there's a keening groan and great clouds of dust that move like an angry exhale out of each window, the second floor having collapsed down to the first and taking Albert's body with it.

He's not dead, thank whatever higher power made that possible, but he is immobile at least for the moment, struggling to unbury himself from the debris and deal with exposed wires and servos from his right leg. Jet's on his own for the moment, and the thought makes Albert try and push himself.