Strykers Island, Metropolis ||| The Imp
As a large force hit her from behind, tackling the Imp to the ground, she lost hold of the switch to the spiders, ending any chance of launching more for that same purpose till she either retrieved it or replaced it. Neither seemed like they were likely to happen. Her hat falling fast towards the earth as well, she did managed to grab. Crushing it in a grip of iron. With the ground coming at them quickly, she jerked herself into the handle of the umbrella, the blades already collapsing and spinning as she hit a hidden panel on the contraption. It was instinct more than reaction to the Huntsman shouting "Fly!"
Then again, raising a brow at the man who hung upside down by her waist, nearly pulling her from the flying device and most certainly making the poor Impness use every bit of calculation to steer the device and not into a wall. The Umbrella rising with haste, though limited by the two people on it and one of them a tad over it's weight limit. Nearly missing his thankless seeming thanks, a red brow was raised as she
"The Lackwit, Metal brain, explodes?!" Lindy cursed internally, though a involentary lecture came out with a cackle.
"And It's not Alice, nor Hatter. Though appropriate they both were taken by- I ramble." She looked towards the drone. They were not hers and it would be rude to work with them, but considering the circumstances she doubted she could afford her code on conduct and survive.
"I shall see what I can do, but I- OI! I'm flyin' here!" As he grappled away she manhandled the panels of the contraption as the Umbrella shot higher into the air, faster without the extra weight. Steadying she made a be line for the fallen contraptions that had once imprisoned the Shrapnel.
Hitting the ground she whipped the umbrella onto her back and bolted for the contraptions dodging the fighting and giving a hard and slicing whack to those who got in her way. Snatching one up, and a screwdriver from her coat the Imp set to work. Electrical shortages were hardly the hardest thing to fix, and something she had fixed often enough to be sick of them. But the power for them was the issue. The best option was something the Imp didn't want to think about. A Tesla coil. A massive Tesla coil on each corner of the area where Shrapnel would be trapped. Each having their own pulse for electric and the drones providing the continuous output with a easier load. It would hurt the Lackwith of metal twice as much, and would be all the worse if she was able to get them to time a strike at once, every so often. It would be a electrical force field. With the plan hatching she began to rewrite the drone's circuits in a flurry of clever hands and quick thinking. The sheer power would have to come from some where, but there was a ocean and a city grid to draw from. If one didn't work, the other would. Best of all, if all held well it would keep most of the criminals in check, if they weren't immune to electricity.
"Power sources, Four tall poles with conductors wrapped around them..." Rubbing her forehead, her hat knocked askew as she muttered madly to herself. Speeding for the other drones with a intent and a process, even as she stopped by every electric box and rewired it as well. Drawing more power into the prison.
"Too much for one person. I need someone stronger than me, I don't have tools or time, although... MADDENING!" She roared as the drones began repairing themselves, Snagging one she rerouted it to receive voice and transfer over. Making sure a painful squeal would erupt in the suit's communications.
"Who makes drones that do not repair automatically first! Turn them off later, repair first! For the love of Madness! Yes, I know you have a giant suit and I just hijacked several drones. I. Don't. Care. I have nothing to lose, though I suppose that is arguable, now is most certainly not the time for tomfoolery. Tell me how many of these folks are able to defy electricity? Get a Tesla field about them and that will stop your drones for faulting again. Heck. I did that to my home to help with the inventions." She paused, halting the rambling and yanking a inmate to her before striking him upside the head with the umbrella.
"No time for tea! We're late! Get talking, to the contrary wise I will hijack that lovely, handsome armor. You don't happen to have the specifics for it handy, such a beautiful piece of work." She chided Luthor while herself went off tangent. Leaning against the building she whack another inmate who came about the corner in the knees, then the back of the neck.
"Oh, do hurry with a reply. I'm not a patient woman and a mad woman is never a patient woman." Moving once more she bludgeoned and sliced her way through a group of inmates, the drone hostage in tow.
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