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Strykers Island, Metropolis ||| The Imp

The Imp had hit the deck when the explosions racked the prison, using the whirling umbrella as a shield. Stabbing another inmate with the last of the sedatives, she cackled as the other villains exploded from the prison. Things were heating up, and the Imp adored it. The chaos, the madness, it fed into her her psyche. Collapsing the umbrella again, she casually walked through the devastation of the riot. Noting the large suit of engineering beauty, unbeknownst to her being Luthor, was being attacked by a fascinating being she had heard about and done some research on.

Parasite. With a wicked grin she was about to start in that direction before a snarled roar broke her thoughts, glancing to the side she quickly back pedaled, one hand securing the top hat. "EVERYBODY DIES, STARTING WITH YOU FUCKING CAPES!" Organic matter was something she could deal with. This pile of irate organic matter was not something to engage in close quarters with and Lindy well knew it. Snapping the Umbrella back out in a smooth and practiced motion with one hand, with the other she hurled a large vial into the spinning blades.  "Organic matter, high velocity, and lethal. And I do not have nor had a affiliation with any 'capes'."  She roared the last part right back, fury filling the crazed woman as the highly acidic mixture shot out of the blades towards the oncoming volley. A small spider skittering towards the metal man with surprising speed and powerful leaps to cling to Shrapnel's foot. Wires sparking quietly, as a mad grin and wide eyes emblazoned on the top of it with a unkempt promise of insanity.

Not waiting to trust in those effects she dove to the side, behind the Red Arrow.  "Your blasted little break out, ruined my experiments! You're nothing but a stone headed, metal skulled, brute! A lackwit!"  Hooking the back of Red Arrow's quiver with the umbrella she yanked him to the side and threw the umbrella in front of them both, metal sheets snapping out of the thin frame to block the barrage. The umbrella was made with the best of everything and she had risked her skin to steal the materials for it. But for all that risk it had been well worth it. One hand rummaged inside the large black coat. clinking and rattling within the many pockets. "So tell me, Sir Lackwit, how is a raven like a writing desk?"  The crazed grin dimmed to a grim face of fury, as a gloved hand withdrew a trigger. Slamming her thumb on it the spider on his foot erupted in sparks and a continual stream of electricity. It would ruin the spiders for good rather than the useful little things shocking and moving off they would keep the stream of power up. Something she noted as a causality.  "That will last for less time than I would like. I did not expect to have to interfere with such tomfoolery as this." Screams lifted to the air as the inmates or guards with the attached steam spiders lighting up like Christmas lights. At best they would have burns, at worst it would cost them serious damage. It was a fall back, and when one came to fall back measures, it was best not to go half ways with them.
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