Micky didn't pay much attention to the other horsemen as they walked up to the window. No inside he was focused on being his weapon to his hand. His eyes closed. A black fog starting to form above his out stretched hand. The fog starting to take form of his scythe.<br/><br/>Once his scythe was fully formed, he used the blunt end of it and smashed it against the window with as much force as he could muster. Sure enough the whole window came down, which let the horseman of death jump out of side window and down onto the runway. He then started towards the two planes, smirking a bit.<br/><br/>Alexandra sighed softly as her brother brook down the window. "Does he always have to destroy something?" She turned toward Amelia as she rolled her eyes a bit. "Well I guess it means we are fighting now. So let's get to work you two!" She giggled as she leaned in and kissed Amelia's cheek. "That's for good luck, hope you win." She teased before she jumped out of the window as well. Her own weapon starting to form in her hands. The scythe in one hand while the chain and ball where wrapped around her left hand. The girl ran up to her brother. "So, what shall we do first? I was think we could make thinks a bit, crispy." She winked, her brother nodded. "Sounds like a good start to me, let's get closer first." He said as the two of them got closer and closer.