[ He's made to work in water. His suit is made for it, but even still, he doesn't chance the force of it. He'd been expecting something uncoordinated and clumsy, not like what the boy had just shot toward him. He'd been so much more inexperienced, the first time they met.
He laughed, more of a sharp bark than a full on cackle, but between the diver's shiv and the wicked blade, Black Manta was fearsome.
And he was fast, the red coming from his helmet leaving bright streaks to hang and dissipate in the air, before he strikes forward with a blade. The shiv, rather than the wicked, nasty looking one.
No need to step forward with too much, too quick. ]
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He laughed, more of a sharp bark than a full on cackle, but between the diver's shiv and the wicked blade, Black Manta was fearsome.
And he was fast, the red coming from his helmet leaving bright streaks to hang and dissipate in the air, before he strikes forward with a blade. The shiv, rather than the wicked, nasty looking one.
No need to step forward with too much, too quick. ]