Mikaal had just started rinsing out the sudsy foam from the shampoo in his hair when he was transported to this new challenge. He was in the middle of massaging his scalp, in fact. He spit out a mouthful of water just in time for it to dribble down his chin and onto his... white muscle tank? He blinked his eyes quickly and blushed indigo when he saw he was smack in the middle of a huge crowd. His face shot down. Mik exhaled forcefully with relief, because at least he was wearing pants.
He was still furious. As if the gorram stupid flying sharks hadn't been bad enough! Also, in the middle of his shower? That was just rude. He growled and his sonic crystal hummed to life. He was vibrating so hard with adolescent-hormone fueled rage that he hovered off the ground. "This is NOT FUNNY!" he yelled at the cameras. He promptly ducked his head and glared at nothing in particular. If they gave Olympic medals for pouting, Mik's would have been one for the books.
He looked around to see who he had been teamed with this time. He noticed the predominance of red hair. It put a puzzled expression above his pout. But then the Nazi Gorilla Vampire army made their appearance and all hell broke loose.
"Agreed." he told Barbara. Honestly, he was hoping somebody else had powers beside him, but there was no time to ask. He looked sharply at Roy. Clearly he was jumpy. Mik thought the other boy looked vaguely familiar. He'd realize that was the face on a bunch of pictures at Dinah's later, when people weren't getting slaughtered by bizarre vampire primates.
"Yeah, me either." he muttered in response to Roy's comment, already flying through the air and blasting the attacking gorillas with his energy bolts. He aimed for the laser eyes first, but he made sure to give them a good pummeling with his concussive blasts as well. What? They'd dragged him out of his shower! Worse, he still had gorramn soap in his hair.