[center][h2][color=#CCFFFF][i]Presidio[/i][/color][/h2][img]https://drfhlmcehrc34.cloudfront.net/cache/7a/2e/7a2eca87d796d9fd03a702d75817da61.png[/img][/center]With each passing second Presido’s suite of forcefields became more extensive and she put them to use generating numerous constructs. Most apparent were the arrows and thin chains she was generating, whereas many of the other forcefields simply floated around her, their purpose yet to be defined. 

While she worked her gaze scanned the surroundings, the shock of the villainesses display wearing off only to be replaced by a discerning eye. Most notably Kari found the damage the larger wires had done to any of the metal they’d struck. That information was something she found exceptionally useful and so she acted on it immediately, shifting the makeup of her armor by unlatching or affixing various components, creating empty spaces therein. At frightening speed shields swept into the armor and began deforming, shifting to fit the holes, increasing the armor’s density and complexity. At the same time she noted SWAT’s earlier request and so quickly assembled a much more barebones version of her armor, fit to his person. To keep the construct from decaying outside of her influence, she utilized one of the thin chains she’d been generating, increasing its length to a ludicrous degree before affixing it to something like a spool at his left hip. She included a series of shields that weren’t locked in and could slip into place or manipulate the movement of the chain with greater ease, she kept these pieces in the central portion of the construct, their like defended by the more durable shields around them.

Her work on his protection done she watched as he and Slingshot made their way to the roof, nodding when they were safely there. As she averted her gaze it slipped across a quite unwelcome sight, that being what was [i]hopefully[/i] an independent cape stepping up to speak to the day’s spectacle. In almost no time at all wires rose up and around the figure, largely enclosing them. She frowned. Did this mean that the women had yet another hostage? Why had they so brazenly offered themselves up, were they even an ally, or were they perhaps aligned with the enemy? It was hard to say.

Each development and piece of information, including [sup]4[/sup]Sight’s intel, almost seemed to paint the situation as something worse than she’d initially thought. It was frustrating and she honestly wasn’t sure how to take action without either finding herself caught in yet another of the woman’s snares or even directly endangering the hostages. Worse still was the fact that this particular event appeared to be the cape’s debut. In short, that meant that they had nothing on her except for what they learned through this encounter.

Thus, beset with indecision she turned to [sup]4[/sup]Sight, looking for guidance.

[color=#CCFFFF][b]“Do we have a plan of attack? Are we awaiting results from SWAT? Do you have a plan?”[/b][/color] As she spoke just the barest thread of anxiety made its way into her expression, apparent in the downsloping of her eyebrows and the faint wrinkling around her eyes.

As much as she was itching to take action, she was frozen by the promise of harm that the villainess had delivered unto them.

How could she risk their wellbeing without any assurance that her actions would amount to anything?

It was an impossible question, as far as she was concerned….