Nothing in that power's range.

The PRT has to know where she is (and, worse, that she's not just a tinker), but that was all two of the local Protectorate affiliates. There shouldn't be much left they can throw at her.

Well. Not much to do but wait and hope the blindness goes first. She checks for danger periodically.

Blindness goes, revealing that one of the ones with no apparent effect was color blindness. Which stays. The paralyzed leg reactivates and the paralyzed arm doesn't. The rest are comparatively minor, or at least not incapacitating.

Good enough. Are any of the fallen not yet dead? And she can check for intact comms at the same time.

They all look pretty dead. Licit's comm is still in one piece; he got killed by a touch instead of lightning or explosion.

She takes it. Anyone still talking?

No. If there was, they stopped when the line went dead while Ellie was waiting out the hour.

"Is anyone still monitoring this frequency?"

Pause. Pause. "Yes. Who is this?"

"We are the Keres." She speaks with all the voices at her disposal, lending an ethereal echo to her speech. "Harvesters of the slain. This is our warning. You are of little interest to us. So long as you do not come between us and the god-touched, you will be ignored. Interfere, and your lives are forfeit."

"God-touched?" The lone PRT person knows exactly how far out of her depth she is, but can at least try to get more information. "Who are the god-touched, and what do you want with them?"

"Those you term 'parahuman'. They are ours."

"Who's we? Edict and Licit were parahumans, killed by one person."

She tosses the comm on the ground, and fires a bolt of lightning at it.

Two down, two to go. She consults her tinker: is anything left after the blasts salvageable?

The local PRT office has some calls to make.

The pieces of robot that hadn't yet been assembled into anything much are fine, but for all the best progress, the self-destructs were too effective.

Alas.

Not a whole lot of point in staying around. Doubtful that she'll get the time to ramp up to production again, if she was the PRT, she'd be screaming for reinforcements. Take what else she can from here, and move on.

She exits through the back of the bunker. With the shadowmaker to shroud her, the sensor to scout, and the forcefield maker as a first measure against any she encounters, she sets off looking for the other local capes.

She gets interrupted. A tall and very thin figure dressed all in black runs toward her faster than anyone in a gown should be able to. She rockets forward and occasionally upward with dark blasts of something or other going behind her. Overall it's pretty erratic, but fast.

"Are you Keres?" she shouts. "Prepare to meet your match, in Damsel of Distress!" She continues monologuing as she gets within her range of Ellie. "You killed my nemeses! MY nemeses! The white hats said you'd be coming for me next, but Damsel of Distress doesn't run!"

Her aim gets progressively worse as her number of exclamation points increases.

How convenient. Ellie drops a couple forcefields in her way.

"Do you always talk so loudly?" Sensor gets dropped in favor of lightning, who begins shooting.

Her next backward blast launches her straight into one of the force fields. It winks out, implying a lower bound on how hard she hit it. Then she get zapped by the lightning bolts and stops moving.

It technically answers the question, depending on how you look at it.

It's not like she really wanted an answer. She targets the unmoving Damsel with a few more bolts.

That doesn't make her move any less.

The now-familiar flash of a vision shows the enormous life forms watching parahumans fight, and as soon as it's over she has yet another blaster power.

...Perhaps her 'god-touched' phrasing was not entirely inapt. She had chosen it on a whim, but.

She has one more to collect from this town. Who was it? A rogue, something to do with oil dowsing?

There was one, but without Damsel of Distress' specific motivation the shaker probably did flee. She could try tracing through some employers if she wants to; that's not the most available information ever but it's not secret either.

Not worth her time to pursue when there are still other, more accessible targets.

This town is exhausted, then. Onwards.

There are several cities with a small handful of capes. But she's very kindly informed the PRT of what she's doing, so they warn the capes ahead of time. Not all of them heed the warning, or run fast enough, so the trail of murders does point out a direction.

A few towns later, she runs into a man in a green cloak waiting for her. She might recognize him from the fact that he's Eidolon. Someone's taking her seriously. He isn't speaking loudly, but his voice carries clearly.

"Keres." He leaves off the definite article. "Two things. One, what you've been doing is a very good way to get a kill order quickly. One of the best ways, even. If you continue your killing spree, there won't be a warning next time unless you count the warrant from the judge. And two, there won't be a next time. You're under arrest."