There was another close call for Midna, who barely avoided a sword-swipe in the air. What did these Imperialists want with the stupid post office anyway?! She grumbled and grunted her complaints and curses as she levitated higher. Her small hands balled into fists as she tried her best to avoid attacks from the ground troops, pulling a leg back quickly as she felt a blade cut too close, the slice stinging where the sharp edge met her skin.

She cast a hasty look over her shoulder, teeth gritting together,to see Bonnie struggling with the shelves. A short while later, Midna was there beside her, adding her strength to the push. "Come on... just a little... more!"