"That's not gonna happen! Zeta! Uh... Necrohead, right? I'm gonna hold 'em off!"
"I'll take care of Burnout, then," Necrohead said, stepping up to the villain in question. This would be easy. So what if he could make explosions? It'd take more than a couple bangs and booms to down a zombie. And of course, a zombie was free of the human body's limiters, effectively rendering Necrohead about ten times as strong as a human. Sure she had no fancy tricks like Blast Girl or Zeta, but get her in close and she could wreck some house.
Naturally, the best thing to do when dealing with a villain is to disable his powers. In Burnout's case, the power to make explosions. These were the kinds of things things the IFJ taught her upon joining their ranks; she had to take the test three times to convince everybody she could retain the information. So what associated with that?
No matter. All Necrohead had to do was disable the guy, right? Easy. With the strength of a zombie, Necrohead delivered a full-force kick to the man's shin. That'd break bones if it connected. It wasn't exactly an elegant plan, but Necrohead could toss elegance out the window just on what she was.
It took plenty of jumping from rooftop to rooftop, but Phalanx had arrived on the scene! This was chaos. There was a girl who seemed to be under some kind of demonic possession, a motorcycle, and...there. That girl, with her shoulder against that stopped truck. That had to be the one claiming to be King Arthur. That had to be Phalanx's target. Getting too close to the demon girl would be a problem, though. But on the other hand, there was no way to challenge her "rival" without dealing with her.
So Phalanx slid down the wall of the building, sticking her sword in the wall to avoid falling too fast, as well as leaving a long cut along the building's length. If there was one perk to being a villain, it was that she could avoid worrying about collateral damage. With all her speed, Phalanx ran up to the blonde with the golden sword. Setting her sword in her left hand, Phalanx held her armored right hand out to this fellow knight-looking person.
"On your feet. I've got a score to settle with you, but we seem to have a common obstacle right now."