They're mostly just fleeing. Jack's shade is still sending tendrils back and forth to the others, and Crawler barrels through her force fields with little difficulty.

Jack at least she's not going to let get away. One body to try to chase down Crawler, the others to focus on impeding progress.

She can make Jack spend arbitrary amounts of energy dodging things. Eventually he'll take a hit from one of the remaining robots.

An incapacitating one?

Not the first time, or the second, but it adds up.

Can't rely on that to kill him, Bonesaw's enhancements. But once he can't move, she can pay him a personal visit.

He's alive, but too incapacitated to do much of anything. Comes of having one's muscles and joints shot at. He stares at her with unadulterated loathing.

She smiles as she bends down and plucks the power and life from his body.

Without him, teleporting to Crawler is trivial. Mannequin seems to have gone to ground; she could probably track him down if she puts in the effort.

No sense in leaving any loose ends behind that she doesn't have to. Come out from where you are hiding, little tinker, she hungers for your soul.

Finding most of him is easy. Finding the relevant part is harder, but she has enough tinkers to trace the signals he's using to communicate with himself, and triangulate where he's controlling it from.

And presumably he's laid some traps to protect himself?

Probably. "Himself" is, in this context, one limb containing his brain, so he has to have defended it somehow.

Probably not well enough to protect it from someone with endurance like Crawler and a plenitude of other sorts of destructive power simply walking up and smashing it, though.

Nope. He doesn't have much luck fleeing either, under the circumstances.

That's that wrapped up. Satisfying.

Possibly she should do something about the army, now that it's served its purpose. Or she could wait and see who comes to clean it up if she allows it to continue to maraud.

If she sets it to "maraud," then heroes will show up eventually. Right now what it's doing is highlighting the next-most likely person to be the Siberian; she might want to give her flock some kind of updated instructions.

She's had enough of chasing down targets for a while; let the targets come to her.

Go forth, minions, and rain down unwarranted destruction upon the peoples of Fishkill and environs.

She's more than capable of being scary, even by proxy.

The nearest heroes are from New York City, and of course they send their fastest.

"Seriously?" Legend sends off one shot per minion. None miss. "What exactly was the win you were going for here?"

"There wasn't really one. Here, let me help you with that." Self-destruct, go.

"What's it like, having fourteen people in your head?"

"Incredibly creepy, even when we agree on what to do. And when we don't I'm vetoing them by force, while they keep objecting. I wouldn't recommend it."

"I'll take that under advisement. Jack, Crawler, Mannequin, and Cherish are dead. Shatterbird and the Siberian survived, as your friends requested. Bonesaw left with the Siberian."

"They requested what."

"Cristof said something about valuable powers and the end of the world. I thought for sure you would be aware of something like that; perhaps I wasn't supposed to mention it."

"It makes sense that they would, but Shatterbird. She's killed more people than anyone with a very short list of exceptions.

I think I need to go ask some questions."

He vanishes in a column of light.