Monica watched as backup seemingly showed up out of nowhere. She watched as the dark-skinned man began firing upon the Iron General and his attack dog went to work. For some reason, she didn't think firepower of that sort would make much of a difference. If it did, she reasoned, then the police and military could've ended this stand-off themselves and Starman wouldn't have had such a problem. She sighed softly and closed her eyes a moment, opening them again and glancing over as the man spoke to her.<br/><br/>"That was my last EMP. It was a prototype. It was all I could do to save Starman's life.. but I'm pretty much out of tricks now." The woman looked back at the Iron General and reached up, tapping a discreete button on the side of her goggles. They came to life, flashing green and analyzing everything around her. They stored profiles on everyone she looked at, automatically taking data like height, weight, apparent age, and snapping a facial photo. They also analyze the Iron General's armor for any weakness. One became apparent as the thug's dog gnawed at the suit's joints. She continued to watch as a gung-ho cowboy lept into the fray, teleporting around the area and making an ass of himself. If bullets didn't work, she certainly didn't think pistol whipping an enormous suit of powered armor would.<br/><br/>Monica groaned audibly. She wanted backup, but perhaps she could've been more specific. The woman tilted her head slightly as her goggles found something and an idea sprang to mind, "It's a suit of armor.. not a solid block of metal," she mused, mostly to herself, "so it's got joints, otherwise he wouldn't be able to move. I'd wager if we attack the joints at the back of the knees, elbows, and neck, then we could do some damage. Maybe immobilize it. I'll bet he's not quite as tough without that powered armor."<br/><br/>Just then, another pair of would-be heroes showed up. Two women, the first one extremely impressive; both in physical beauty and display of power. "Now THAT.. is what I wanted to see." She murmured with a smile. Monica slipped deftly through the crowd and noiselessly came up beside Emma, crouching near the other woman. She sat still for a moment, studying the battle. When she spoke up, it was in a whispered voice, "..You should keep attacking the Iron General. Hit him with everything you've got. Maybe you can overload his suit." Monica spoke in short sentences, trying to disguise her voice. She didn't need anyone recognizing her.