Okay, well...Perhaps he should've seen something like this happening. The scene had dissolved into absolute chaos, with the Four doing their damnedest to contain the situation. If it weren't for quick thinking on the Invisible Woman's part, chances are Mysterio would've been riddled with bullet holes. Or, well, he would've been if he was actually the one down there. Of course he didn't descend straight into a potential hellstorm of lead with his flesh and blood body! It was just one of the drones pulling off as a fake double while the real illusionist crouched at the top of one of the nearby buildings, scanning the area for opportunities to intervene. 'Let's see here...Well, Victoria hasn't gotten back to me, so I'll just have to work with what I've got. What would pay off right now is something flashy and disarming, to buy some time away from the gunman. And I think I've got just the thing in mind...'
With his plan of action fulfilled in his mind, Mysterio spoke into his helmet, reaching out once more to his tech team. "Guterman, Victoria; we're gonna need a big play to buy the heavy hitters some breathing room. Do we have enough drones for the big one?"
Victoria was the first to speak up. "It would take most of them; would also mean we need to delay that area scan you wanted. But if that's fine..." "Do it."
The false Mysterio on ground level with the rest of the heroes made his move; whipping around to face the majority of the gunmen, he began to weave his hands in strange patterns, mystical-looking green sigils gleaming in the air. At first, it wasn't exactly clear what he was up to, but it became far more obvious as a daunting shadow fell upon the street. "Let us see how these thugs contend with this..."
He muttered to himself, eager to see the fruits of his labor.
Unsurprisingly, most of the gunmen who weren't trying to shoot down the Torch lost their focus, confused by the sudden darkness dawning on them. As they gave a cursory glance upwards, the results were instantaneous. "What the hell is that?!" "D-don't just stand there, shoot!" "Damnit, I didn't sign up for this!" Looming over the would-be assailants, and even the street at large, was an inhumanly massive version of Mysterio himself, his domed face gazing balefully down at the myriad aggressors. In their panic, many of them began their new assault on the gigantic sorcerer, only to find their bullets to be...Less than effective. Of course, it was impossible for them to tell from the distance they were firing, but the shots only hit empty air; it was all false. But they bought into it, and that gave Mysterio his own sort of power over them. Sometimes, even the threat of something can be dangerous...
The giant doppelganger, having already sponged up his fair share of lead, began to make the threat a bit more tangible. Slowly, one of his massive hands began to descend, threatening to crash into the wave of armed crooks. Many of them were, unsurprisingly, not bold enough to stare down such danger in the face, abandoning the attack in favor of sprinting full-speed away from where they believed the humongous fist would land. Feigning strain at maintaining this 'spell', Mysterio took this opportunity to rally some of the civilians who were still flat-footed. "G-Get out of here! We can handle this, just evacuate the area!"
His call seemed to snap the bystanders back into reality from the shock of the incident, and they took his advice to heart, fleeing as fast as their feet could carry them. Alright, that cleared up some of the problem...
However, things rarely went as smoothly as heroes wished; one of the braver (or perhaps stupider) amongst the gun-toting thugs was still standing his ground in the face of the oncoming fist, a wild grin on their face as they fished out something from their side. It was a grenade...Of a sorts, though unlike any Beck had ever seen. "Let's see how ya like this!" Arming it, the mercenary hurled it through the air, and it sailed true, connecting with the illusory fist in a fantastical spray of weaponized cryogenics. 'Damnit! While it missed the drones, if we don't do something involving that stunt, the illusion might lose some of its strength; doubt they'll buy it quite as much if it just miraculously didn't freeze over..'
Thinking quickly, the real Mysterio spoke back to his team hastily. "Giant Mysterio's right hand needs to be frozen. Now!"
He was fortunate his team acted as quickly as they did; the benefit of hours of practice in effect. Just before the white haze surrounding the explosion of the unusual weapon could fade, they had fabricated their new lie, as the massive Mysterio reeled back with his hand completely encased in ice. This was a problem, but at the very least, it was a weapon that wouldn't be used against the rest of them now. Still, he'd need to act quickly; the time this stunt bought would all be for naught if he let this stand. The grounded Mysterio spoke out to the one man present who could solve the 'problem' here. Luckily, with how scattered the group was now, hopefully this call for aid would not prove problematic to the overall combat. "Torch! Can you thaw it?!"
As if to bring the focus to it (well, more than there likely already was), the gigantic illusion swung its thoroughly frosted hand about, as if trying to shake off the deep freeze it was undergone. In the meantime, the true version of this hero began his descent to the ground-level; looks like he'd have to get his own hands dirty too, at this rate.
It took the real Mysterio...Longed than he'd care to admit to get down from the building. If there had been a spare drone, perhaps he could've made a more effective descent using it, but they were more than preoccupied. Doing so, however, he witnessed one of the more frazzled members of this raiding party flailing his way down the alleyway he was moving towards. This...Could prove useful. Lunging down from on-high, Quentin collided with the gunmen, bringing them both to the ground. "Agh! What th-?!" Before he could finish the sentence, he was brutally smashed in the face by the ironclad fist of Mysterio. He'd be out for a time, and with a broken nose to remember it by. Quick to clean the blood off, he spoke up to his team once more, his gaze glued to the unconscious gunman before him. "Can we spare a drone from the big guy? I've got an interesting plan in mind..."
While he absentmindedly heard his crew speak, readying a drone to his location, Mysterio casually took the man's firearm, as well as his belt, which seemed to be lined with a few interesting pieces of their own, though none exactly like the one that had been pulled on his illusory dupe. As he latched it on, the drone had made its way to him, as his appearance seemingly shifted to be almost exactly 1:1 of the unconscious grunt. With this, he was going to nip this assault team at the bud...