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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.
"I'm not sure which would help more with convincing you I'm not about to go serial killer, just following you around in silence or leaving and finding something else to do."
"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."
"Mmhm, but I think I acquitted myself quite well against teleporter-guy. Of course, if it was actually Purity or something I'd probably fly the other way, or the way to the Protectorate base."
Patrol patrol. Lorica gives a homeless dude the address of a soup kitchen and arrests a mugger and leaves a prostitute alone. Patrol patrol.
Patrol patrol. "I alerted the media, but I'm not sure they won't just pick something and run with it."
"I wonder if I could convince them to call me something else by using a very different pronoun? Like zie, maybe, or ey."