One second Lorica is being swallowed by the sewer cape, the lion mouth opening far too wide, and the next she's being vomited out. A flood of stomach acid and chunky flesh is expelled with her, as well as what might be naked bodies.
"Rete, call Canadian 911 about that or something." Her own car can navigate by telekinesis, it doesn't have to have a straight open lane.
She's plenty bulletproof, she knew he'd probably have guns, it was the grenades that were a surprise! She'll do a little maneuver to make it look like she's avoiding the bullets in case he thinks she's mega stupid though.
Tribune's gonna drop to the ground once they've wasted some ammo and start trying to hand out their power to everyone in reach. Neighbors first in case the damage is lesser there.
Yeah that's fine her suit wasn't relying on her muscle movements. It'll fly her out of range when she needs to breathe more than she needs these people to cut it out with the being mind controlled. Zip zip zip boop boop boop!
Well, she's not helping but at least she can breathe and seems to be distracting them! "I don't think this is working but I'm gonna pretend like it is," she says over the suit comms.
Having abandoned all subtlety, the car flies through the air and touches down on the street.
Zephyr notices that:
1) There sure are a lot of neighbors who are inside along with improvised explosives and ordinary guns.
2) One of the children is being outfitted with an explosive vest and a megaphone.
3) Heartbreaker is in the kitchen along with several of his own children and wives who are packing as he directs them.
She's already poofed, and then she's coalesced back in Castra's car to tell Aisha where the kid in the vest and the neighbors with explosives are.
Sure. Hopefully she at least gets a chance to kick the body as well.
One of the wives screams and points her gun at some of the explosives in the room full of neighbors, only to freeze a moment later, a Heartbreaker kid disarming her before Imp can get there. The rest go by without incident.
Meanwhile, the Loricae who can wear bulletproof suits are rounding up gun-toting collateral damage and hauling them, once disarmed and patted down, to Plumata.
"Can we skip whatever that is if we promise to play nice?" asks one of the Heartbreaker kids as the collateral is rounded up.
"We don't have spare seats in the car. I guess we could take one of these cars if you really don't wanna find out what kind of bird you are."
"I'd rather not find out." Some of the other kids voice their agreement as well as one of the woman.
"Sheila is definitely not going to behave." the first kid notes when the woman speaks up.
"What is the likely nature of Sheila's mischief?" Tribune, as a fully suited Lorica, is helping with roundups, and in particular is booping everybody she approaches who she hasn't covered yet in case they choose this opportunity to fuck with each other.