"Heh, I am not sure how good we are in a fight. At least against something that isn't, like, a fish or bird we are trying to shoot out of the sky."

"It's a bird! It's a pancake! It's...not a joke you'd recognize, sorry." Devra drowns her awkward in maple syrup. 

Henry slices a piece of pancake into the rough approximation of a bird.

Gabe covers its head with maple syrup before taking a bite.

At this rate, soon there will be no more pancake. 

Only slightly less disastrous is the thunderous noise and sudden darkening of the sky outside. 

Gabe looks at the signs of a storm coming. "Does the weather usually changes dramatically like this?"

"Heck yeah!" Unity blurts. "I mean...uh oh. No. It does not. Probably a supervillain attack. Which is, uh, bad."

Unity's Bee Bots dart forward, one knocking over a jar of syrup in its haste. The bots arrange themselves to hover between their table and the door. Panicked screams and shattering glass can be faintly heard over the thunder. Wide-eyed Sunnyside breakfasters duck for cover in their booths, a few frantically mashing phone screens. 

"Uh... We probably don't have time to create a barricade, but maybe we could try? Or maybe we should be a distraction while everyone evacuates?"

"I dunno," Unity shouts over the din, "that didn't really sound blockable! But we can do distractions! Think you could make some more Bee Bots?" A pair of the bots in question zoom to hover within reach of Henry and Gabe. 

"Make some cover, Gabe." Henry snatches the Bee Bots and starts the crystal-cloning process.

Gabe silently does that, raising a shielding barrier around them. And working on expanding it for wider cover. He is also keeping an eye out in case they are going to need to bolt.

Unity turns her attention to a set of empty tables and stools nearby, each held up by a single metal rod. The bolts anchoring them to the floor glow purple and unscrew themselves, and the metal begins twisting into a skeletal humanoid shape. A handful of the Bee Bots disintegrate midair, their parts zooming into the newly-formed golem. The rest of the palm-sized bots join the small swarm near the door. 

Sounds of destruction intensify, and an intent listener might pick out recurring beats above the din, as if of giant footsteps. The building shudders, and outside, shattered glass falls on the concrete like rain. 

By that point Henry has gotten the hang of duplicating the Bee Bots enough to send them Unity's way.

Unity adds the replicated bots to her swarm. More disintegrate into parts that latch onto the body of the new bot. Layers of scavenged metal wrap around it protectively, making it look vaguely like a metallic mummy.

The building shakes again; a chunk of ceiling drops onto a table, and a wall visibly cracks. 

"Evacuation is looking good right about now!" urges Unity. "My bots will distract whatever it is - think you can get these people out?" 

"Now sounds like a good time to get them out!" Gabe says, eyeing the chunk on the table.

Do people look agreeable to being evacuated?

Many are watching the proceedings in various states of awestruck or paralyzed with fear. Getting their attention would be easy. Convincing them to move might have mixed results. 

"Look! I understand. I am really good-looking! But you need to make yourself look away and run!"

Their eyes flick from Gabe and Henry to Unity. 

"We're with the Freedom Five! Do what he says and get out of here!" adds Unity. "Go, Stealth Bot, go!" 

The mechanical mummy dashes out the door, followed by a small buzzing swarm. 

Something dark hits the ground outside, narrowly missing Stealth Bot. The pavement cracks under the impact, and a wash of fear passes through the building. Objectively, the temperature doesn't go up, but the feeling is enough to make most people break out in a cold sweat. 

More impacts strike a bit farther away. It sounds like the hastily-assembled bot is doing its job, for now. 

Henry covers themselves with a field of anti-magic in case it's some kind of power. But he is mostly focusing on supplying more bee bots.

"You!" Gabe says to the nearest table, "I will give you cover to make a run. Lose the chance, and you will have to wait me to make my way back to your table, got it? Okay." He pauses until there is a moment and says, "Go!"

The feeling of oppressive fear, which had been subtly building since the first sounds of combat, immediately retreats from Henry's mind. 

The family Gabe is addressing nod in wide-eyed terror and make a dash for the exit. Unity turns away from her constructions to focus intently on the outside for a moment, and a few well-timed Bee Bot explosions distract whatever-it-is from going after the civilians. One by one, Henry's duplicated bots zoom out to replace the detonating ones. 

Gabe is able to get a few more groups of civilians out this way, amid rumbling crashes that shake the ground beneath them. As the last of the restaurant's patrons have been evacuated, a panting staff member emerges from the kitchen entrance, stammering that the rear of the building has collapsed. 

The actions of the Sunnyside patrons have not gone unnoticed. The sky outside darkens further, and two tall figures in gold masks and armor step through the door, sand swirling at their feet.