Helio, Dansen Macabre, Havoc, Cyclops, etc
Two days ago? Julius had been in a three-way battle royale over who got to be king - or queen, never forget the queen - of the popcorn cooker. He'd never have admitted it, but life on top just wasn't as thrilling as he'd hoped. People just doing what you told them? Great, if you were giving orders. But for one of the guys in charge of keeping them in line? Boooooring.
Good thing he'd kept in touch with those guys in New York. Sage's email was the brightest piece of news Helio'd had in a week, and looking down now at the chaos unfolding below, he couldn't help but grin. LA had caved easily enough, not too much for him to do. Washington, now. Washington was another story. Fighting everywhere, and a couple of pretty big names down there. It got a bit hard to tell the unaffiliated people apart, so Helio concentrated his effort on the people wearing those dorky X-Men costumes, sending blasts of wind down to knock people off their feet at random, while he floated in the skies above.