I can do this, Maxine is telling herself repeatedly in her head. It's just one teensy little solo mission. Without any backup. No one to lend a hand if you get yourself in a jam. Breathe. In through the nose out through the mouth. You got this Maxine.
Her head is spinning around in circles as she flies towards the direction of the scene. She'd heard it on the police scanners at the Brownstone. Solomon Grundy. First National Bank. Normally, Maxine would ask for help in this kind of a situation...but the need to show her teammates that she wasn't completely dependent on them was just a bit too much for her to pass up.
And, if worse came to worse, she could always just try and talk him to death. As she's normally been told that her mouth could have that affect on people (thank you, Karen).
She touches down on the scene, tornadoes dying down as she lands next to the nearest officer, who's clearly trying his best to fend off the zombie...or whatever it was that Solomon Grundy was.
"Hi!" She says, giving him a wide grin, "What's the situation here?"
The officer turns to her and gives her a look that one would give a ten headed monster.
"Solomon Grundy..." He gestures towards the scene, where the monster is going to town, tearing apart streetlamps and throwing them at the surrounding officers, who seem to be trying their very best to fend off Grundy. "Very dangerous, kid," the officer waves his hand at the red-headed teen, "Go home, do your homework, call your boyfriend...or something."
Cyclone wrinkles her nose. Kid? Okay, she's not that young. She's a freshman at Harvard, for goodness sake!
"Okay," she heaves a sigh, putting those natural acting skills of hers to good use. "I guess....I'll just go."
She lifts off into the air, watching the look on the officer's face turn to one of sheer surprise as she's lifted off into the sky bye mini-tornadoes.
"So you can use my help then!" The look of mock-disappointment (well...maybe she was a tad disappointed) leaves her eyes, and her normal, bright-eyed, ready-for-just-about-anything look comes back into her bright green eyes. Before the officer can protest, she's flying towards the scene of the crime at top speed, a wide grin on her face.
"SOLOMON GRUNDY BORN ON A MONDAY!!!"
Maxine comes upon the giant, ugly, pale, not to mentioned foul-smelling monster.
Whose pulling a street lamp out of the ground. Without any effort whatsoever.
An 'eep' look crosses Cyclone's face. She can do this. Even though this guy's reeeeally strong. And frightening. And smells like a dumpheap.
Focus Maxine, you can do this.
"Hey ugly!" Cyclone exclaims, sending a tornado at the zombie, sending him, oh, a good five feet in there air, "Over here!"
Grundy stands up slowly, looking in Cyclone's direction. Getting to his feet, his lower lips turns into a snarl.
"SOLOMON GRUNDY BORN ON A MONDAY!!!" The zombie bends down to pick up the street lamp that had gotten discarded to one side when Maxine had sent him off his feet into the air. He picks it up....
And hurls it at the red-haired heroine.
"AIYEEE!!!!" She barely manages to dodge the lamp. And hopes to God that whoever owns that toy-store which the lamp went flying through the window is insured. Really insured.
Okay, so maybe she's not ready to fly solo juuuust yet. But hey, she tried, didn't she!
Man, she is going to get it.
Sending tornadoes at a super-powered undead and trying to get backup? Not as easy as it looks.
Somehow though, she manages to get her commlink off of her dress.
"Umm...hello?" She says into the link, praying that there's at least someone at the Brownstone this evening. Like Powergirl. Or Flash. Or Courtney. Anyone. "It's Clycone...I'm at First National Bank and....EEK!!!" she barely manages to dodge that mailbox. "Yeah...I need backup. Like, now. Please?"
Yeah, she's not going to hear the end of this. Not at all.
