Charging into battle, Static glided over the congregation of techno-zombies, hands flashing with lightning. As they shambled underneath him, some stretching their arms out at him, Static lowered his own hands, laughing, "Aw, look they're trying so hard! Shame zombies can't jump."

At Bluebird's query, Static shot back, "They're fish in a barrel: I'm gonna see what I can do about that tower!"

Keeping out of harms way, Static flew over, pressing a hand against the solid surface, not needing more than a moment to tell he'd need a way to break it a bit before he could have a chance to fry the innards. But at the same time... "Kind of hard to justify smashing it open with Captain freakin' Marvel right behind ya."

Before he could get in another thought, a mechanical whirring was heard, followed by a blitz of energy. Virgil swerved out of the way as a bolt of energy pierced through his coat. Looking up, he saw an automated turret was in the mood to get friendly. Flying higher in hopes of taking some evasive action, he called, "Hey, I just-" Virgil didn't have time to finish, as a few more turrets used him for target practice. Worse yet, their aim was just good enough to avoid hitting the tower, but their coverage was too good for Static to get out of the way. "Man, I'm not liking ya, Brainiac. How am I gonna hit my banter quota like this!?"

Gliding out of the way, he spotted a tech-infested car, or what might have been one, not to far away. Knowing he couldn't stop, he sped over, lightning arcing from his hands as he grabbed the car. Rotating himself, the lightning hurled the vehicle up and over towards one of the turrets. Charging, Virgil raised his hands as the car approached, going a bit high, before Virgil brought it down, dunking it right on his target. The vehicle bent in the barrel right as it was about to fire, the energy going off right in front, the explosion ripping its front apart, rendering it useless as the vehicle crashed back into the ground.

"Whoo! That was totally outside the three point lin-" Static began, before the other turrets continued to hail him. Flipping around, clinging to his saucer as he briefly did a somersault, Static grumbled, "Okay, that's just foul..."