"Ow, what the fuck!" she says. Wait, it shouldn't hurt, the anchor should be absorbing the damage - she scratches furiously at her skin - takes stock quickly of her surroundings to confirm that not very much time has passed, she was in fact eaten by this giant sewer monster after Evil Lucien For Some Reason lured her down here, this isn't a new body after another month -

- isn't a new -

- "What the fuck!"

She is not the only person yelling this!

"Neat, Lorica classic."

"And you, what the fuck crawled into your brain and died??"

"Same thing that crawled into yours, I imagine," replies Not Lucien, distracted by the opportunity to check out the naked Loricae.

Why are there five of them. "Why are there five of us??"

"Do I look like I know??"

"Anybody else noticing not having the anchor?"

"Distinctly!"

"Yeah, I have something else, again."

Hm....

He's been checking closely and he's pretty sure at this point that Lorica Classic is hotter. 

The girl on top of the monster has different priorities than Not Lucien.

"Hm... You seem.... different. Than the others." she says, all her faces sniffing the air.

"You smell different too."

"Why the fuck do you keep commenting how I smell?"

"Hm..." 

"What were Lorica's powers, exactly?" 

"Uh, telekinesis and brute, and something Butcher-lite."

"Oh and master and stanger immunity?"

"Idiot."

This is too many clones to handle if they go rogue, but she used up much of her mass on them. She won't be able to make more clones for some time, long enough that she might be found by the heroes. She was counting on these clones to provide troops for the coming conflict... She'll split the difference and kill half of them.

One of her legs lashes out to the nearest clone, coming down with enough force to pulverize the chest of many Brutes. 

WHATEVER HER NEW POWER IS IS GETTING TESTED OUT RIGHT NOW

She's slammed to the ground and for the briefest moment she can feel her ribs straining, about to break.

And then the feeling is gone, and there is a blue jay sitting on her chest.

"I can turn people into birds? The fuck kind of power is that?" she asks, grabbing hold of the bluejay before it flaps away.

"Uh."

What.

Turns People Into Birds Lorica takes two wobbly steps toward Lucien and straightarms him in the chest.

Not before he shoots his power at her!

... Which does very little, considering his manton limit. The ground beneath her feet cracks some, and then she is holding another bird. Looks like a robin this time.

"Okay," she says, a bird clutched in each hand. "I'm Lorica Plumata, I guess."

"Can you turn them back?" asks one of the ones with Nikki Carter's face.

"I think so, but how about not right here? Anybody else have an inkling about your new loot?"

"I think I might be a breaker?" says one.

"I had an inkling when she was... not a bluejay... but can't get a bead on it now," says the third Classic.

"I've got nothing."

"I - think I have the original Tinker power, that's nice."

"Is the anchor one... gone, or... just... split up into...?"

"Yeah, we really need to interrogate Ms. Bluejay over there."