The inside is incredibly cliched, the walls are lined with stacks of boxes, with a few closer to the centre of the room. The lighting is mostly dim, with the exception of a bright pool in which the gang appear to be gathered. They appear to be in the middle of a business deal of some kind.

Maelstrom is in the very centre, looking unimpressed, and fiddling with his water-gun. He looks like he might be running out of patience.

"Ooh, this looks like something I'd be interested in interrupting," Glam whispers. "Let's zoom in, see if we can make anything out."

They zoom in.

There's an open crate that contains several weapons - hard to tell even with the zoom but they might be Tinker-tech, even if that's somewhat pointless with the maintenance requirements.

It's not clear which way the deal is going, whether Maelstrom is buyer or seller, but either way he's getting increasingly irritable. He pushes himself up from the metal box he's been sitting on and hefts his water-gun menacingly.

"Innnteresting... I think I'm safe to start streaming now," they say, five seconds after they already started streaming.

Silently, tall broad dark knights in black horses with glowing red eyes start appearing one by one around the warehouse. They have a variety of weapons—lances, swords, maces, hammers—and all await some form of signal.

"Who's ready for some action?" they whisper into the camera as they wait for an appropriately dramatic moment to barge in.

Almost on cue, Maelstrom's last straw snaps almost audibly. The person he's dealing with gets doused in water, and jerks in a way that doesn't seem voluntary.

"It's showtime."

The knights break into the warehouse through the doors, knocking guards unconscious where necessary with a spearbutt or similar, screaming war cries.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Maelstrom snarls, pivoting.

There's a moment of scrambling chaos before anyone can manage a response, but they do respond.

The man Maelstrom has soaked is now being used as an obviously reluctant shield between him and the knights. Maelstrom is moving backwards, although it looks far more like an attempt to acquire the high ground than an actual retreat.

"Super-soaker! So nice to see you again today, what a delightful surprise," say a bunch of loudspeakers hidden here and there. "I wasn't expecting you at all."

The knights try to injure but not too severely, using the blunt parts of their weapons and shields and ramming against their opponents and the crates surrounding them. There are easily over twenty knights there.

"Glam," he growls. "Why don't you come out and face me, hero? Or you gonna hide behind your knights like a coward?"

He takes aim and douses one of the knights in water.

"Hydrophobic coating," Glam's voice chirps from the loudspeakers as the water slides off the knights harmlessly without sticking. "But who's to say I'm hiding behind the knights?" Just then one of the knights removes its helmet to show Glam's head and mask.

"How original," Maelstrom comments, seeming almost blithe - you don't get to be a successful villain without being good at concealing your real emotions. "And what can I do for you today? This is a perfectly amicable business meeting."

"Oh sure," Glam says, the voice now coming from the unhelmeted knight. "But it also happens to be illegal. Now I just need to find the way to humiliate you the most between now and when the Protectorate arrives to bust your butt."

What's visible of Maelstrom's face curves into what could almost be a charming smile. "Well. I suppose I can't argue with hydrophobic coating. I suppose this is where things start to heat up?"

He kicks the box he'd been leaning against earlier. One of the metal sides flops down...

Nothing happens, except the faintest firelike glow.

The knights all stop moving to look at the box. "...yes, I'm waiting," says Glam-knight.

Maelstrom snarls wordlessly, and kicks the box harder, hissing out a threat.

His kick is hard enough to upset the box.

What is effectively a ball of flames darts out, somehow managing to be trembling.

Maelstrom hefts his gun, an obvious threat. "I'm waiting."

The fire seems to flinch away from Maelstrom and his gun, but still flares up, catching on a nearby wooden box - the box, in fact, that that pile of weapons is in.

...that's not a power or a weapon that's a person. "Hey super-soaker! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" says Glam-knight—

—just as a different knight charges straight for Maelstrom from behind.

A third knight does its best to get that box of weapons out of there because yikes while a fourth reaches for the ball of flames saying "Run away run away we won't let him hurt you" in a hurried whisper.

Maelstrom ducks sideways away from the knight coming at his back, snatching a crowbar from the ground as the man he'd soaked earlier lurches towards the knight, movements not entirely coordinated, but coordinated enough to at least cause a slight inconvenience.

Maelstrom doesn't look pleased by the fact that he's being forced to take more mundane methods of self-defence, but he's not bad at it, and aims for the Glam-knight.

The flames withdraw into themselves slightly, skittering away. "Can'tcan'tcan't," whispers out from it.

Glam was not expecting there to be innocents to rescue. But they're adaptable, they can deal with that. The knight closest to the ball of fire grabs it—whether they're fireproof or not depends on what other people's expectations shake out to be, here, Glam didn't add that to the initial design, but it doesn't matter much, the knights are not people. So that one starts galloping away.

(Most of the knights are dealing with the non-Maelstrom people present in the building but there are currently three engaging the villain and distracting him.)

He's managing to fend them off for now, but they're definitely taking all of his attention.