The helicopter pilot desperately tried to regain control, but with the tail end completely destroyed by the robot's cannon his efforts were useless. The chopper continued to spiral downwards, as the blades slashed the windows of the adjacent building. Bethany Snow let out a shrill scream, fearing the end was near, until she saw a blur of red and blue.

Superman swooped underneath the falling helicopter, catching it with ease. An impossible feat for any normal man, but not so for the Man of Steel. Honestly, compared to some of the things Superman had dealt with before, catching an out-of-control helicopter was rather straightforward. Superman soared upwards, almost effortlessly, and gently placed the chopper down on top of a roof. 

“Are you alright Miss?” said Superman, addressing the flustered Bethany, “That was some hard-hitting journalism.” 

The blonde reporter attempted to gather herself while, in the distance, a black bat-like jet streaked through the air towards the robot. The plane's design was unmistakable, and Superman was struck by how of place it seemed in Metropolis. The jet fired a series a missiles that found their mark, but had minimal effect. Superman took flight, a crimson glow in his eyes.