Jean and Virgil
Virgil tore his eyes away from the crushed husk when Jean started talking. He’d flown over a few people who seemed to be taking on the smaller ones. They seemed formidable, but nothing that people without superpowers couldn’t handle. He was needed here. “Yeah,” Virgil said, frowning up at it. “You think this thing runs on electricity? I could try my hand at draining it.”