Sam knew exactly what he was going to do with the guy. He just hoped he wouldn't do too much damage along the way. To Zetta, anyway. "Batter up! And the pitch!" he chucked Zetta far over the heads of the rest of the fighters and guards, making sure he rotated in the air in such a way as to cut off both ends of an elevated walkway. The structure crashed to the street behind them, cutting off a major path of escape. And it'd keep civilians from wandering into the area. "Yes!" He cheered before ducking to the side again.