...very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.
The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.
Lorica herself lands on the roof she picked out. "You need anything else?"
"Not right now, though if you could tell people to try to redirect him away from this building as much as they can that'd help. If any cape that can create protective energy fields or stabilise the place is feeling idle, I'll welcome their help as well."
Lorica bounds off into the distance.
It's going to be a large gun, and they start producing its pieces separately instead of all at once. The first piece they produce is a circular metal thing, about five feet in diameter, which they bolt to the roof.
Leviathan is making his way into the bay. The torrential rain has been falling for a while, now, and the sea has started invading the city, tideline higher than its ever been in history, though with the sheer amount of rain flooding the streets that's not a very meaningful statement.
When Leviathan hits shore, a robot lands on Glam. "I found a forcefield Tinker whose gear just shorted out in a wave and they can't get anywhere with my tools. If you can help with that you have yourself a forcefield."
Glam has the skeleton of a base for their gun set up when they get the message. "Can you show me their location?"
Leviathan stops moving, his whole body is oddly still with the exception of the head, moving this way and that in complete silence.
They continue adding new pieces onto the base of the gun. The design is mostly completely made up, but it's in their mind and they're following it.
Lorica, carrying a Tinker and a sparking device the size of a basketball, lands. She flies away.
Leviathan
moves.
Directly into the city, his afterimage aimed at a group of arriving capes.
At the same time, the water in the bay starts getting significantly more restless than it already was. Cities surrounded by water are very good for him, but cities surrounding water are a close second.
...they have absolutely no idea where to even begin, but they don't really need to. They just need to believe they can.
And feed off this tinker and Lorica's trust, that always helps.
They make pieces of stuff that's aesthetically similar to other stuff already inside the sparky basketball and start replacing this with that and that with that other thing.
They purse their lips—inside the mask, not outside. "I can make the stuff I want appear with various nice properties without having to actually build it," they say confidently and smoothly, without pausing their bullshit work. "Look." They stop for a second to make a tinker-looking gun appear in their hand and laser-shoot a small shallow hole on the roof. "Just trust me. I can fix this." Please trust me.
Eventually they close the sparky ball and hand it back to the tinker. "Fixed."