The PRT catches wind of a strange increase in disappeared domestic animals in the downtown area. Given that the people who live there are the rich and powerful, this is clearly a problem that needs to be investigated and solved immediately. The PRT, of course, agrees that this is of utmost importance, and not just because of precedent about mass abductions of pets, of course not, why would you think that, they are so very worried about Fido, even Scion recognizes the merits of rescuing lost pets.
(Lorica's asked to maybe keep a few more eyes there than she has been.)
Follow follow. (It reports in, of course, every move it makes.)
Yeep! The bot attempts evasive maneuvers. Glam's asleep or it'd ask for a copyswarm.
The bot descends, struggling to fly; and then it zooms down in an attempt to shake their grip.
With only three it can ascend a little, until they damage the housing for its rotors and the rotors bend.
The base station compiles its report, though.
The PRT is worried. The PRT is very worried. Piggot calls a meeting with her lieutenants and Armsmaster. Civilians needn't know about it, of course, for the same reason Lorica's bots aren't allowed to scour the city during the day: it'd cause needless panic. There's nothing they can do about it, and lots of ways they can get in the heroes' way.
But the heroes' patrol routes, coincidentally of course, start going downtown a bit more often.
Zoom go more numerous bots! Zoom. They stay high, except the expendable ones that Glam provides when they can.
It is just good sense. Everyone gets a bot! You get a bot! You get a bot!
Bots proliferate and accompany Silica's sand golems to the disturbance.
There are strange vines inside and around Hookwolf's blades, and while they don't seem to be damaging the villain, they're growing fast enough for the eye to see, and hampering his blades'—and his own—movements. The monkey hits Hookwolf with two heavy fists.
...Technically speaking as long as the civilians nearby are okay and they're in position to chase the combatants after they're done, this is no skin off the Protectorate's nose. Bots and golems discreetly attempt to make sure nobody's stuck in a nearby building without exit access.