With the arrival of the landlovers the entire harbor turned into a battlefield. The Heroes, General Fury, and his troops locked on one side and the might of Atlantis on the other. The underwater warriors immediately ignored the civilians and began advancing and engaging on the Shield troopers with their sonic weapons. It was going to be a bloody battle. Both sides clashed refusing to give an inch.
On Liberty Island, Namor stood by watching and guiding his forces as they met the enemy. It seemed apparent that the surface world had given their answer to his ultimatum. Very well. He could meet force with force. He directed the sea to move and shape from his guiding hand. Waves molded into giant hands that he used to swat at the oncoming choppers. Still those others evaded him. The so called super heroes. The fools that they were. He watched as The Iron Man took off flying his way. Yes, and there was some other girl, hovering about. As well as General Fury. Good. Let them come. He would sink the entire island if it meant destroying them all.