[b]SONJA[/b]

The thing that looked to have once been a guard was now mottled, already yellowing, just brainless instinct and snapping jaws. A zombie, a walking corpse that could barely tell friend from foe, brought to unlife by an experienced necromancer. Through dumb luck, it had escaped the spearhead thrust from the Founders, and now waited to take on the stragglers. It lurched towards the doors, following the loose orders it had been relayed. Something like satisfaction emerged in its simple mind as it spied an approaching chunk of meat, coming right towards it. It bared its teeth, lunged towards the approaching-

Sonja didn't even break stride for the zombie, catching it dead in the face with the Stan Musial bat. For an impossible fraction of a second, its head seemed to stretch and distort like someone tugging on a cheap Halloween mask, before the head completely separated from the newly limp body and flying off to some corner of the yard. "Bam! Home run! Go crazy, folks!" Sonja said with grim satisfaction as she kept on moving. The bat still had at least some of its mojo, good. Her other tricks were going to be much much weaker- her fireballs reduced to small spurts, her teleportation virtually impossible, her mentalist abilities requiring much more focus. Looks like hitting people was going to have to do.

She looked around, took stock of the situation. Cord, worryingly, seemed to have gotten separated from her. The girl obviously knew how to take care of herself, but still. Sonja shook her head. She'd find Cord if she could, but she had to figure out how best she could help with the general situation, which was feeling like World War Three. Sonja was relieved to see Hot Rod and Hi-Voltage had made it there, and both were mixing it up with the powered prisoners. She squinted in disbelief as she saw Volt taking on Boomer. Christ, that guy again. Hopefully Round Two would go in Volt's favor. 

Suddenly, Sonja turned at a muffled cry of pain, and turned to see- Daredevil, was it?- being manhandled by the rogue known as Brick. The acrobat was clearly outmatched and in danger of being literally torn limb from limb by the bruiser. Sonja decided she might as well even the odds. Coming up behind Brick, she swung the bat full force into his lower back, hoping to force him to drop Daredevil. Hopefully her own (admittedly limited) strength and proper batting technique would at least fractionally offset some of the weapon's diminished efficacy. "This is the League, bitch!" she heard herself yelling. "You step to one of us, you step to all of us!"