Most of the time, patrolling is a dull, uneventful affair, somewhat akin to the Ankh-Morpork City Guard ringing their bells and calling "All's well!" at night.
Sometimes, it's not.
Dauntless was not expecting to run into two unpowered Asian gangs (Japanese and Korean? that's what it looks like at a distance) duking it out in the middle of the street. Granted, it's the evening, and it's not quite the most well-frequented of streets, but still.
He decides to call for backup, not because he wouldn't be able to take them on, but because he's supposed to do that whenever confronting another parahuman or a large number of non-capes, at least until he graduates. He turns the comm on and describes the situation—a bit over a dozen people on each side, arguing and brandishing blunt weapons and in some cases guns—then waits and watches.
Lorica's bulletproof, though she won't relish repairing panels afterwards if she has to prove it, and definitely knifeproof, and carries tranquilizers - well, her little drones carry tranquilizers. More than good enough to handle an unpowered gang and turn them over to the cops. She's blocks away, but gets to his position efficiently and quietly.
"Awesome."
And he charges. His boots are pretty good at that. He runs faster than would be expected and can make sharper turns than one would naively suppose. He doesn't quite want to use the pointy end of his spear on anyone, though, so he mostly uses his shield to bump into people and throw them at hard things.
After the moment of surprise, the first bullet flies.
She hangs back for the time being.
...That's concerning. It's helpful, but it means there's someone else on the scene and Lorica doesn't recognize the power or the tactics. She continues not to dive in; Dauntless could use the reserve force and it doesn't do to show all the cards immediately. She does sometimes loan drones to people without being personally along to direct them.
Dauntless is undaunted by the mysterious changes of the battlefield, though it's unclear whether that's because he doesn't notice them between bumping people and dodging bullets that are becoming increasingly scarce thanks to Lorica or because he deems it not-a-threat for now.
He is pretty surprised when he has to suddenly take a sharper turn than usual to dodge a person in a smiling demon mask carrying knives that appears in front of him all of a sudden.
Lorica comms it in: "One or more unexpected capes on Dauntless's scene. Appeared suddenly, I didn't see him before so call it Mover. Going in." Dauntless can handle knives - from the direction of his shield. Lorica's named after armor for a reason. She hops off the roof vantage point and wades in.
She is not the only one!
An energy bolt that looks like something out of a Tinker gun flies in the new cape's direction but misses, and flying away from its origin is another cape, in a featureless white bodysuit, their face covered by a white glassy pane with a drawing of a face that shifts and moves as if it were a real face. They also happen to be holding something that looks like a stun gun.
The demon mask cape's power starts becoming apparent when a clone of theirs appears behind one of the Korean gangbangers and stabs him before their original dissolves in a puff of white powder. The clone does that after a second as well, but no new one is immediately apparent.
Dauntless takes this in and decides that his priority is protecting the lives of the bangers being attacked by the mysterious new cape (well, one of the mysterious new capes) while they run for it.
"On my way," says Velocity over the comm. "Can you get a tracker on him?"
"I can try," Lorica says. "Confirm Mover, some kind of duplicating teleportation power, temporary clones?" She readies a tracking device; it'll spring out from under the plates of her armor at anyone suddenly appearing. "Plus unfamiliar rogue-or-something likely Tinker apparently engaging the Mover."
Rogue-or-something continues engaging the mover, trying to hit them with the laser gun thing and failing. They keep failing to hit for a while—not only is the Mover a teleporter, apparently they are also pretty agile—before deciding to change tacks. The gun disappears in a way somewhat reminiscent of Miss Militia but white and is replaced by another gun that looks slightly more advanced. When they shoot with that gun, the bolt actually curves some to follow its target.
Velocity skids into view. "Which is which?"
"Demon's the Mover."
The rogue yelps then tries and fails to dodge, being scraped by the knife. Apparently their bodysuit is at least slightly resistant to that, though, no wound can be seen. The rogue flies away, twisting towards the teleporter and shooting them—
And there dust again. Where are them?
Right in front of Dauntless, that's where.
...and is duplicated, right behind Lorica, where the Mover seems to have gotten his hands on a small beeping explosive device.
It's duplicated again, before the original one has even crumbled to dust, this time behind the rogue, and leaving its copy of the small explosive device attached to the rogue's bodysuit.
And it's duplicated a third time elsewhere. The first of the four starts crumbling to dust about now.
The rogue examines the battlefield, where most of the gangbangers are unconscious and the remaining are either fleeing (in the case of the Koreans) or trying to take Dauntless out (in the case of the Japanese). They decide to go help the Ward, zigzagging in flight to evade the Mover and shooting the remaining bangers with the stun gun.
As for Lorica's tracking device, well, it is now five different tracking devices, one of which belongs to a Mover trying to stab Dauntless, one to a Mover trying to stab Velocity, two to Movers trying to stab (the first) and explode (the second) Lorica, and the last one on a rooftop pausing for a second to look at the battlefield.
Robots converge on the rooftop copy, firing tranqs.
They're fast! The copy that's on the rooftop has been tranquilized but there's another one down on the floor level spending a second to localize themself and oop they're behind the rogue again, who is currently paranoid enough to notice this and attempt a kick before being stabbed.
Gangbangers have all been dealt with by now, so Dauntless mostly tries to predict where the Mover will appear to stab them with the glowing spear.
The rogue gets the idea and flies close to Dauntless. "Your stuff's too bright, stop moving," they say, an androgynous voice making assumed pronouns unclear.
Dauntless blinks and stops moving for long enough for the rogue to make a small spheric device that produces thick but quickly dissipating smoke around them, covering their body from about shoulder down. Dauntless gets the hint and lowers his spear so it's also hidden by the smoke, while keeping his shield (which doesn't emit light yet) up to protect against potential stabbing.
Streetlights start going out one by one,
The Mover attempts to stab them once, forcing Dauntless to swat them away with his spear, but then they're ashes again.
"Sprayers fall apart when I run them," Velocity says ruefully. "We can call in the PRT; they'll take a few minutes, though."
"Rogue?"
"Uh, sure."
"Great, don't squeeze it too hard, though." They leave the smoke thingy with the Ward and start setting up a strange device out of pieces that appear out of thin air—or were they there all the time? The effect's confusing.
No one can see Lorica roll her eyes as her robots resume their normal flocking behavior.
A PRT truck rolls up to collect the gang members while being slightly more prepared than average police for the possible return of the Mover villain. "Right kids, that's our cue to head back in and debrief," Velocity says.
"Windflower can't actually immunize people but I can air filter and so can Armsmaster, Antares burns it off before it gets near him, and Miracle Max can make it tolerable for another couple people if he gets taken off his usual work for a while. Don't know if Beneficence can boost people against it but she might be able to."
"...you know, the lack of facial expressions and ambiguous body language makes it really hard to know if your silence is because I've put my foot in my mouth or what. Not that I'm saying you should do something about that, I'm just a random person. I'm just saying." They sigh. "For no good reason, really."
"Well, you might know that you won't flip out over minor social friction and become a serial killer, but I don't know that by default, and therefore you don't get to know exactly how much or little I might or might not want you to get lost except 'not enough, apparently'. It's a quandary."
"I'd probably fly around, doing a half-baked and untrained form of patrolling without access to back up if I need it or knowledge about any potential normal patrol routes and interesting areas, maybe run into some other hero doing the same and tag along again, eventually get bored and go home."
"Well, mostly because it's always supervising me to pick up more information about how I'd reply and I just suggested it, but also because it's an innocuous reply to a first message from a source that doesn't seem to have gotten my email in a context where it could be copy-pasted."
"What does it feel like to - assemble a sandwich? You already know what things go in sandwiches, you can vary which things you put on a sandwich depending on what you're in the mood for and whether you think relish goes with turkey, you won't usually have hilariously wrong ratios of mustard to bread or put all of your lettuce on one side, and at the end you have a sandwich. It's like that. Only more so."
"Not especially, no. I mostly convinced her to leave me alone after she consulted on my color scheme and have her seventy-five percent convinced that it would make me completely inoperable to make any aesthetic concessions that don't come to me mid-fugue, and don't want to remind her I exist."
"Well, for one, I'm gonna be reeeeeally vague about my powers, and try to use them in bizarre ways in public. But in general, forum-posters tend to get really attached to these classifications as if they were Meyers-Briggs tests or astrological signs or something. I've seen some heated fights about whether a given cape did or did not count as a Brute for using armor that gave them a size, durability, and strength advantage."