Cam is watching a new recording of Atriama, tail swishing in the gap in his couch, and doesn't stop to pause the show when he feels a summons go by.
The giant figure flops down, and does indeed not even leak. When the unstoppable force hits the indestructible object, the second one moves. Cam's wing is unharmed, certainly, but having it slapped out of her way doesn't look comfortable. And now there's a set of pointed nails gouging toward Cam's eyes.
Cam reaches for her and surrounds her with fingernail.
It's still attached to his hand.
"In place" is relative, of course; her own fingernails glance off his eyeballs and inflict exactly as much damage as he's capable of receiving.
While the remaining members of the Nine join the Siberian—Bonesaw directing some thing that looks like a centaur with both halves having been human, Hatchet Face targeting the capes, and Jack Slash laughing in the distance—Crawler takes partial cover behind the remaining concrete. Few people are firing at him, under the circumstances, and he's visibly regenerating the large fraction of his body that he's missing. A guttural laugh comes from his direction.
...Bonesaw, you are what, ten, fuck.
"Oh my god I'm such an idiot," Cam blinks, and Bonesaw is surrounded shoulders down in solid Leviathan core and so is enough of Crawler that he can't move anywhere.
He can try that around Siberian's remaining freedom of motion in the fingernail bubble, too, see if he can detach his hand.
Now that Bonesaw isn't moving, she's a target. A few blasts glances off the Endbringer material, and when she sings out "Deadman switch!" everyone stops firing.
The Siberian is completely obscured by the Endbringer core filling the rest of the bubble. She's not even moving; apparently it's tougher than she is. Which is good news in the moment and very bad news long-term.
If the Siberian's not moving Cam can summon a nail scissor and detach her bubble from his hand.
"I assume you have some sort of condition for getting rid of it," he remarks, "or there's really no point."
"Kill her anyway," one of the capes says. "She killed Ascendant, and who knows how many others. Whatever she's got isn't going to get through a wall of that stuff."
"Dude, she's like ten. She can go the way of the Wicked Witch of the West if she lets her plague loose, till then we can entertain the hypothesis that Jack made her do it. Anyway, who says her deadman switch is on her person?"
"She looks like she's ten. She's been doing this for years, and she's Bonesaw."
"Nope! Actually ten. Well, twelve," says, apparently, Riley Andersen who was born in Minneapolis twelve years ago.
"She'll be thirteen this November. Hi, Riley. Besides not killing you how do we get rid of your deadman switch plague?"
How to convince me to turn it off, I hadn't thought that far ahead." Bonesaw frowns. "Jack would know what to say."
"Well, he was a grown man who ought to have known that if you embark on a campaign of serial killing somebody might decide to melt you. Look, I didn't kill you and I could've and I didn't know at the time you had a deadman switch, perhaps you can extend enough good faith to brainstorm ways to get rid of it. For example, if it is in a container somewhere, it could come to be in more layers of container."
"I could turn it off. But right now it's keeping me alive, it and you, and I'd rather not have it be just you."
"It can't keep you alive forever. You're stuck; I'm not sure how you're telling it to stay put, but I don't think you can do it indefinitely from here without making a mistake. Do you have another solution you'd like to transition to?"
"Well, I'd have said you let me go and I go do the same things, but that sounded even less likely to work."
"That's admittedly true, but you have a credibility problem claiming to have anything else lined up."
"That doesn't make any sense. Why would you believe me saying I had made sure the plague wasn't going to happen but not me saying I wasn't going to do any more art?"
"Well, if a plague happens, we can kill you, so you probably won't choose to start a plague and if you couldn't choose not to you might tell us how to go do it for you to prolong your life. But if you're off elsewhere doing some other thing and some of it happens to involve maiming people you are not so convenient to track down and kill then."
"I am afraid it will be very hard to get buy-in for anything other than a zero-people-maiming maximum."
But if it's nobody at all, and I let you track me, then what? Once I'm not threatening a plague, you have no reason to keep me alive."