Who: Namora and Mar-Vell What: Repelling the Evolutionary's attack on the When: Friday Where: Boundaries of her kingdom Warnings: Violence
"Tighten the ranks on the sides, I want none of these beasts to reach our city," Namora announced to her generals, not bothering to watch to see if her commands were followed. Namor had named her Regent before leaving to fight with the landers and anyone who had complaints about the female half-breed had been discreetly relocated to the Arctic circle. Now she had to prove that he had not made an error in judgement with an invasion of their waters.
Namora had been raised and grown in the ocean's waters and was familiar with all forms of life under the waves. But these... creatures and abominations, they had no place in this world. "I'm taking an escort, we will meet this threat," she turned and fixed the generals with her grim expression. "My position demands it. Do not let them cross the line and pray for Poseidon's mercy."
It wasn't long in the cold black before Namora came face to face with the hideous beasts. She sent her guards back to relay as she dived into the swarm and began to fight.