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 Namor smiled smugly. There was only one king of the sea here, and that person carried a trident. The once-king was airborne only a few steps outside the portal as the rest of the team filed out, and that height advantage painted a picture of the battle to come: swirling set of whirpools were tossing waves at the land like an angry sea god as an airborne mech circled cautiously out of reach, both juxtaposed against the flat horizon of the sea. Behind the port, there seemed to be a mess of military barring access between this industrial district and the actual city with only a few scattered civilians scrambling away from the battle and toward the blockade; a swarm of ants painted against the backdrop of a sprawling metropolis and a distance white-capped mountain. Strangely, there were limp bodies scattered amid the carnage of a harbor. Odd. Recon gathered, the dark-featured Atlantean swooped back down from the sky to his allies as his smug smirk melted into a considered, battle-ready grimace. The group was still getting their bearings and getting cover. Good. "The Revenger and the Worthy are toying with each other out at sea like children. We should engage immediately." Alani glanced around the area as she followed closely behind the group. The destruction she could immediately see made her more nervous than she was willing to let on, and she cleared her throat to cover it up. "This Worthy guy, he just smashes?" Sharon felt the body armor settle around her like a long lost friend and with casual ease she checked her weapons, scanning her surroundings at the same time. "This feels all wrong... with all the damage, there should be more casualties. Something isn't adding up here." "When does it ever on things like this?" Jean-Phillipe asked. Cynicism came easy to him, after all, though he would say it was the voice of experience. He was scanning around, looking for people. Sharon was right, though, for this much carnage there were essentially no bodies lying around. Nerkodd wordlessly lowered his hammer into the water, channeling power through it to summon several water spouts and targeting them toward the newcomers. He leaned onto the hammer and continued his onslaught, watching and waiting for the pesky, puny mortals to be swept away under the waves and out of his sight. "My experience it never does," Natasha said in response. There was always some kind of explanation for the out of the ordinary. She'd never walked into a situation and not uncovered that it had more of a story to it. She headed toward what would be the main terminal of the port by her mental map but then dodged the large water spout aiming right for her. "Looks like we have part of our explanation!" She dived behind what was remaining of a low wall to avoid the brunt of another wave. "Fishy dude... Namor..." Sharon called out as she flipped out of the way of yet another sprout. "Can't you shut this guy up in some way? This is getting..." She dove out the way of yet another wave of water. "... annoying. And we can't fight him if he is out there somewhere!!!" She was met with a glare. "You will address Us as Our Title Befits, medic." Still, Namor gripped this trident tighter and turned an eye toward the sea. "I will easily remove this 'Worthy' from the sea. Amuse yourselves by finding a way to contain him further." |
