It's the anniversary. Glam would very much not like to celebrate.
It’s their last day on Winslow High—they’re being transferred to Arcadia on Monday—and also their last day without a patrol schedule assigned.
And the PRT released a small announcement on its website about Glam joining the Wards. Now their wiki page doesn’t get erased, of course—they’re no longer speculative. They wonder what it’s got on them.
"It's one of the Asian gangs and yes we should. Calling in."
...oh, look, someone's arriving! With a metal wolf mask! Hi metal wolf mask guy!
And it's almost like Purity was waiting for him, with the way she started pressing the attack.
Armsmaster is silent for a couple of seconds before saying he is coming and calling Chevalier as well.
Meanwhile, Purity sends bolts of light here and there, attempting to knock a few of the people out, apparently still trying not to draw too much attention. Indeed, it was mostly luck that Glam and Lorica happened to run close enough to the spot she'd been attacking that the flashes of her power were noticeable under the afternoon sun.
One shot hits too close to Hookwolf, and just like that he's a shifting mess of sharp metal in the shape of his namesake.
"A bot could probably tranq the gang members but definitely not Hookwolf and probably not Purity. Decides the fight in E88's favor."
"No, but she can outfly a bot. Can she outfly you, do you want to try...?"
Hookwolf crashes into the sturdy door of the warehouse, and from the fact that it does not immediately give in it's pretty clear that it's been reinforced from the inside. Someone does not want wolfy breaking in.
Glam conjures a white shield with a G on it.
"Make it so your suit can absorb the blasts," Lorica suggests urgently. A bot dispenses a tranq dart into Glam's hand. "Don't land, stay out of Hookwolf's range, be bulletproof."
"Wish me luck!"
With the dart in one hand and the shield in the other, they jump off the roof and shoot like a bullet towards Purity, the shield being used to hide their profile and hit her with something harder than their body.
She notices them fast enough to react with a concussive blast, but not fast enough that the blast does much more than reduce Glam's speed when they crash onto her.
Lorica approaches nearer, still stealth; robots take out peripheral gang members who look likely to provoke the E88 as much for their own safety as anyone else's.
She shoots at Glam, who for now does a good job of dodging the blasts that are still strong enough to crack the sidewalk where they hit.
Glam slows down enough to let it, though they have to raise their shield to block an incoming blast, being pushed back some by the force of it anyway.
"Mirror the shield, reflect blasts at her or Hookwolf," suggests the bot in Lorica's voice.
At the same time, someone in a black bodysuit with various white arrows drawn on it quickly and silently approaches Lorica, intent on booping her.
The one bot held back from the flock sees; Lorica gets up and turns her head -
"Glam we've got a striker with time powers. Position, onboard software memory, not my memories but probably yours. Suspect nonflier, don't land," relays the bot on Glam's shoulder after a delay to let Lorica and her software sync up.
Glam hasn't had a chance to redirect a Purity blast at Hookwolf yet—now that she's realized what their upgraded shield does she's been mostly trying to fly around them to hit them somewhere their shield isn't.
In the meantime, the new cape merrily chases after whatever Lorica bots she may find to boop them and send them some arbitrary-but-less-than-ten-minutes amount of time back.
The others: get a report.
"You can appear a new mirror wherever she's aiming, it doesn't have to be the one you're holding."
New-cape apparently gives up on chasing more robots and—disappears.