Indeed you have, my bad for overlooking you.
Drone 2: Dodge: 5d6t5 1
Soak: 3d6t5 1
Kabumm!
But before the thing could do anything at all, Torrent had squeezed the trigger of his Guardian and sent a bunch of bullets into the high density battery pack of the drone. In a spectacular conflagration the energy storage ignited and sent plumes of acrid smoke towards the ceiling.
Just before anyone from the team could say anything a deep howling filled the air around them.
Suddenly the garage was full of shades - grotesquely deformed shapes of metahumans gained semi-substantial form. Burn victims, partly made of burnt flesh and ash gathered around the fallen forms of their attackers.
With savage fury they began to unleash their anger, pounding the humans, rending their meat and ripping their limbs.
The gruel mockery of a troll advanced toward bnc's prone body and Scary Spice, his eyes like little smoldering coals.
Suddenly the old ork Sunkid was between them and with a bellow he called out:
"OY, YOU'S GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THEM'S OR I'S BEAT YOUR ASS DOWN THERE MESELVES!"The shade hesitated for a moment and quickly turned back towards the other fallen. All in all it took only a few seconds before the phantoms dissolved, leaving behind nothing more than a few splatters of blood and some utterly destroyed equipment.
"You's only got to show thems who's boss."