I focused all my attention on tracking what was happening on the inside of the building.
The bird Powered was on the first floor, somehow managing to dodge gunfire by seemingly bouncing from the walls and the ceiling with erratic flaps of their wings as she moved closer and closer to the group of people who had been in the upstairs office.
With the drones that weren't being used to keep an eye on everything I harassed our enemies and had them fire small but powerful photon blasts at any exposed skin and eeys that I could find.
It wouldn't be enough, but it would help to disrupt the aim of those that were targeting my allies.
From the opposite side of the building, Paramount and his two Powered assistants had begun their own attack.
They had managed to draw the attention of most of the armed gangsters and patrol members, which left our Wildthing in the middle of what was basically a group of unarmed, naked, panicking people.