...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.
"Drawback, the stuff I make disappears half an hour after I stop paying attention to it. The timer's reset whenever I do pay attention, though. And when you're telling other people who fixed your stuff, tell them it was Glam. They pronouns, please."
Pause. "Okay well avoid gendered pronouns in general and switch them up when you must. Now it's time to kick some lizard butt." They crack their knuckles for effect.
Lizard butt has been busy with destruction and general mayhem.
And the shoreline starts very quickly receding...
(Lorica's robots warn her, she grabs as many civilians as she can carry and gets airborne -)
A tidal wave hits.
...a hydrokinetically controlled tidal wave, coming into the bay and spreading out in all directions and into the city, toppling less stable buildings and absolutely destroying smaller ones.
"...fuck." You know Glam's pissed when they actually swear. "Okay, tinker person—what's your name anyway—new plan. I'm gonna need your help to finish this faster."
"I'm gonna make various pieces of this appear, and tell you where you should put them, and you'll put them there. Don't look too hard at the pieces—my power doesn't like it when other people than me use its stuff, so better not remind it you're not me." Not quite true but good enough, and maiming an Endbringer is worth it.
Many of the pieces created at this stage are things other tinkers might readily recognise and understand like structural components for the base of a gun that can rotate around it.
Eventually, though, Glam starts creating pieces whose function is not readily apparent and asking Sanctuary to fix them onto each other instead of onto the carcass. Most of the smaller pieces they handle themself, their threshold of squinting before disbelief kicks in is higher.
Yes, yes it could.
Presently lizard butt has decided to start exploring other areas of the city, where "exploring" means going to them really really fast, destroying property, and swatting various capes on his way.
And his way is roughly along Avenida Cuauhtémoc, roughly in the direction of their building. Not quickly and purposefully enough to make it seem like he's heading towards them—after all, they could just cross the water if they wanted to do that.
While Leviathan causes random destruction—if he has any specific target other than 'the city of Acapulco' it's not immediately clear—they finish the gun.
It's tall, at around 6'5'', and the interface consists solely of a screen for aiming, a switch under it, and one button on each handle. It's fairly easy to rotate, too, and has a very unique if unpolished design—there was no need to create anything but the most functional carcass so no bells and whistles.
Is Lorica's robot still around?
"Where are the shelters? I'll need to avoid them, if you can produce a map that'll help."
A robot comes in to relieve this one.
A hero—probably Eidolon—beats Leviathan through a building.
The shoreline starts receding again—
The new robot projects a map of Acapulco with the shelters highlighted.
Glam flicks the switch. The gun starts making a low humming noise, and a soft bluish glow lights it up from the inside.
The tidal wave does the same thing it did before, entering the bay and then spreading out in all directions, destroying less since most destructible things are already crumbled, but widening the mess and crashing onto people who weren't fast enough.