Sync answered the dragon, saying, "We have to fight though to the throne room. Immediately. Hopefully the defenders will still be standing." And so they moved forward. They were still a little ways off from the signing room, but the chaos had mostly cleared the halls. Sync picked off stray hostiles on the way, but the new dragon combatants were drawing the heat off the Hunters for at least the time being. At the speed they were moving, it only took a few minutes for the pair to reach their destination. Unfortunately, the two stepped from a palace straight into hell.
The gunfire was fierce as Sync entered the room, so made he immediately went for cover and tried to assess the situation. A small knot of Hunters stood around the king and queen, doing their best with whatever makeshift cover they could find. Across the room the waves of human attackers came through a breach in the wall that went straight to the outside. Where in the hell were all these enemies coming from, anyway? He worked his way over to the defenders, not pausing to look at the bodies of the fallen Hunters. Many good men and women had died here today, he could see that without looking around at all. They would have time to honor the dead after.
The Hunters around the royalty cheered when they saw him. They knew exactly who he was and how good he was supposed to be. He took an offered assault rifle and told the men, "I saw a heavy machine gun on my way into the room. I need one of you to get it and set up over here while we all keep suppressing fire. Thorn," he added to the dragon, "can you keep your fire breath on the door for a minute or two?"