lung, meet rewind

[msrewind]

She gets the note just before lunch. She's in the PHQ in less than twenty minutes, then she knocks on Piggot's door politely.

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[msrewind]

"I'm trying to contain him!" Rewind says, between frantically dodging Oni Lee's short-range grenades and trying to keep Lung from hurting everyone else.

[acanofworms]

"No objections, do it."

[thinkering]

Bots find lightswitches.

"Three, two, one -" Flick.

Bots descend upon Oni Lee's last known position and their intentions are not friendly.

[mxglam]

Glam helps by boarding the windows and doors and covering what meager light was coming through them.

Oni Lee is descended upon, quite unable to teleport. Until, that is, Lung explodes in fire, making Lorica notice just how many copies Oni Lee can create in the span of half a second.

(It's twelve. That's how many it is.)

[thinkering]

Did she at least get a tracker on him -

[peterxy]

Yup!

[thinkering]

"Didn't tranq did track." Lights up. "Want a tranq dart on the tracker bot he's wearing, Glam."

[mxglam]

"Liquids I conjure don't last inside bodies. Put a tranq bot on Rewind, he's always coming for her."

Indeed, he is, between that and moving the heroes away from Lung.

[thinkering]

Rewind gets company. Company that knows which Oni Lee is the latest model.

[msrewind]

And Oni Lee appears right behind her, grenade in hand-

[thinkering]

A bot flings itself on the grenade and another stabs him in the carotid with a tranq.

[msrewind]

It's duplicated another five times before Oni Lee goes down. Rewind boops Lung one more time, and the PRT trucks pull up outside.

[thinkering]

"Oh thank god for foam," says Lorica.

[msrewind]

Indeed! The variations in Lung's facial expressions whenever he's booped into an increasingly bad situation are also quite something. Rewind boops him into place a few more times while he's buried in foam, and the variously incapacitated and restrained thugs start being moved into trucks.

[thinkering]

Phew.

Lorica status-checks all the Wards on the ground.

[mxglam]

Everyone's more-or-less okay. Miss Militia and Windflower have variously deep cuts, Armsmaster's armor took most of the damage from grenades and Lung's... Lungness... Glimmer's forcefield means she's pretty unscathed, neither Glam nor Silica were actually on site, Echo sat this one out.

[thinkering]

Miss Militia and Windflower are within ten minutes of some of the injuries. Lorica sends Rewind their way.

[msrewind]

Rewind asks them for permission to remove ten minutes' worth of memories from them.

[thinkering]

Miss Militia declines, Windflower accepts.

[msrewind]

So Windflower is sent back to the past.

The various thugs have been loaded into the various trucks, as well as Oni Lee - after being thoroughly foamed and having his eyes covered.

Lung will be another matter entirely.

[thinkering]

Bot on the comms updates Windflower on what she missed.

[acanofworms]

The PRT officers find a way to spray anti-foam in strategic places and move Lung like a huge block of foam.

"This... was fantastic work, honestly," Armsmaster says. "I must commend you all for it, and especially you, Lorica, for the strategy."

[thinkering]

"Thank you."

[acanofworms]

"You'll be going high places in the Protectorate if you keep this good work up," he says, a bit awkwardly.

[thinkering]

"...Thank you."