Delta wanted nothing more than to pursue CatBoy out of the bank- especially after he literally started throwing arms around- but as soon as she leaned forward to begin the hunt, Army Guy had already dashed on out after him. Grunting a little, she swung her crowbar off her shoulder. If she couldn’t get the head honcho, she could at least make sure that his henchmen wouldn’t be causing any trouble for the people stuck in all this mess. If they weren’t taken care of, then there would be no saying what would happen if one of them got jumpy with all the heroes about.

She was pulling together another sound bomb together when she was sent stumbling into the nearest wall, the ground shuddering beneath her feet. Above, Delta could hear the screams of the unfortunate many that had gotten trapped upstairs.

The bank was coming down, and, if they couldn’t move fast, so would several innocents. 

Eyes shooting wide open, Delta’s attention snapped towards one of the few heroes still loitering about the place- the [i]other[/i], much less flashy teleporter- and she gave a loud whistle, shooting the sound over his way to be heard over the roar of the great earth. With another, strained grunt, Delta jerked her head upwards, gesturing frantically at the roof above them. As much as she wanted to run upstairs and drag as many people out as she could, trying to pull a stunt like that would probably just end up landing her in a nice sandwich with the rest of the people there. A teleporter would be the only one capable of getting them all out in time. 

Hoping that the message had been conveyed, she turned, swinging her crowbar into the temple of the nearest henchmen. Satisfaction warmed her veins as she watched the man crumple to the floor. Like the kind you got after getting in a good workout. She ignored it as she moved to help one trembling woman off the floor, gently pushing her towards the exit. It seemed like Catman’s party had begun to scatter with the explosion, so all Delta really had to do was keep an eye out for retaliation as she moved from one hostage to the next, coaxing them out of the building. 

A dangerous amount of rubble had fallen by the time Delta had cleared out all the people in the lobby- at least, she [i]hoped[/i] it was all the people, at the very least. A dark, gnarled part of her told her to leave the fallen henchman where he was. He had, after all, consciously aided in the attempted murder of countless people. But she silenced it, stuffed it away, and, with some effort, managed to drag the man out and to the feet of the police waiting outside.

She was pretty sure she had heard something crack when she hit the guy.

That was probably enough punishment as it was. 

That taken care of, Delta took one last uncertain glance towards the ruins of the bank, then silently went to help the police attend to the hostages until the paramedics arrived. 

By now, the chances of her being able to catch up to Catboy were slim indeed.