<div class="floatleft">(http://static1.squarespace.com/static/5499ff2ce4b0b85c868a2158/t/556fb05ae4b01eeb36c217a6/1433383003661/)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Arthur Curry/Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>The Atlantean Empire.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:13<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Booster, M'gann, Hood, Canary, Flash, Ivy, Thorn.<br/><hr/><br/>Just as Orin began to think that the waves of rabid civilians were somehow limitless, they finally broke through the other side of the crowd - the unwilling combatants now pounding on the rear of the shield rather than all around - and into the main area of the Square, just past the centre. He could feel several of his allies around him, though the one that concerned him most was M'gann; though his presence and his words of calming seemed to have had an effect (the rage he had felt across the Telepathic Channel having lessened to a more "normal" level for her), she was still angry and aggressive, and he still felt a level of ruthless rage that left him concerned...but he didn't have time to deal with it. They were almost to the bottom of the steps leading up to the main entrance of the bank, just outside the doors that Ivy had fled through (and that Booster had punched a hole above, presumably looking to attempt to flank Ivy in some way, though how he thought that he'd be able to sneak up on her by breaking through the wall was beyond Orin's ken), and they were now out of time; they had to stop Ivy from doing whatever it was she was attempting to do, and quickly...they didn't have time for a break, a pep talk and five minutes on the "Calm Down Step." Everything was rapidly going further and further to Hades, and Orin didn't like it one bit. Hopefully, M'gann could control that anger and harness it rather than allowing it to take control of her like it almost had just a few minutes ago...an annoyed but focused M'gann was a powerful asset. An angry and directionless one - or even M'gann when she had the wrong direction - was a powerful handicap, at least for him personally, since it mean he had to spend half his time keeping a watchful eye on her to make sure that<em>she</em>didn't hurt anybody, for her own good as much as theirs. He placed his foot on the bottom stair...and then he felt something from M'gann's end of the Telepathic Channel.<br/><br/>His head snapped around just in time to see M'gann leaving the safety of the forcefield, the one-way shield pulsing as she left, - whilst things could exit the shield, they could not enter again unless Orin lifted the shield or the shield was simply battered down by brute strength - speeding through the air towards the far right side of the crowd of enraged civilians and police, urgency and shock clear from her side of the Channel. He frowned, suddenly extremely concerned; was there another combatant, possibly on Ivy's side as opposed to the heroes? If so, they might have been in trouble. At this rate, he doubted that they could all handle Ivy together if they didn't catch her off guard, and if they had another enemy to fight, if they were even half as powerful as Ivy...well, it would be bad. He strained his eyes to see across the distance, and soon everything leapt into focus as his enhanced vision snapped to attention to see...something he didn't anticipate. The woman who had taken on the thugs earlier - the ordinary human, from what he could tell, though an extremely skilled one - had suddenly and seemingly randomly tackled Red Hood to the ground, and M'gann was currently in the middle of dragging her off of the psychopathic Vigilante. A possible old enemy? He knew from experience that Red Hood didn't make friends easily, so it was possible that he had hurt that woman somehow...or that the violent, aggression-inducing Spores had somehow infected her in a more severe way than they had everybody else. His vision swam for a moment as a wave of nausea hit him, but it swiftly stabilised; being submerged in water was doing wonders for his immune system. He frowned for a moment and considered heading over to M'gann and the lady in white, but...no. No, M'gann could handle it, and Ivy was by far the biggest threat.<br/><em>M'gann,</em>He Sent,<em>do your best to calm her and follow us inside as soon as you can. We'll need all the help we can get to defeat Ivy. I'll leave the Channel open so we have a ready source of communication. <strong>May Poseidon Guide Your Sword-Arm.</strong>*</em>And with that, he turned on the spot and moved as quickly as he could up the stairs and into the main foyer of the bank, shrinking his forcefield so that it only covered him and, if she was still following, the young police officer who had linked up with him in the square. M'gann could handle herself...and his attention needed to be on Ivy.<br/><br/>Of course, that assumed that Ivy was alone, which he found to be very much<em>not</em>the case as he entered the scene of carnage; Booster was still flying about in the air attempting to gain an angle of attack, but the man in the Flash costume - though obviously not the Flash, since Orin was under the impression that the "original" had died with the rest of the Justice League; that particular hero would have to be investigated later to see if he was truly The Flash's successor - was in dire straights, having been tripped and dragged across the floor by an unknown assailant who was apparently defending Ivy....who was herself naked in the centre of the thorned, plant-invaded room. He blinked for the briefest of moments - say what you will, but walking into a battle to find one of the combatants stark naked, apparently by choice, was surprising to say the least - but quickly refocused; he was in "Battle Mode," and there was no room for distractions in combat. If his concentration slipped for even a moment when he was fighting below the waves, he would have died instantly in some of the warzones he had commanded. Besides, he was approaching the 31st anniversary of his birth and was the King of an autocratic militaristic society that prided itself on martial valour and discipline above all else; he was not some pawing, cloying human teenager who was barely in control of his base impulses. Was the form of Ivy pleasing to the eye? Of course she was. He would have to have been blind and tasteless to say that she was not in her own way alluring...but there was a time and a place, and this was neither. Red Hood - who had apparently been freed from The Lady In White's clutches, no doubt thanks to M'gann - seemed to agree, from the way he was charging straight at Ivy.<br/><br/>Orin, however, had a choice to make; Ivy was evidently planning something, or she wouldn't be stark naked in the centre of the room, seemingly open to attack with only her accomplice - a similarly attractive, though decidedly unsympathetic looking female - as a defence. Whatever she was planning on doing, and whatever she was intent on throwing their way needed to be stopped as soon as possible, if the spores and general anarchy outside was anything to go by. He could feel the pounding of a few angry civilians on the back of his shield - which was blocking the door - that could provide testament to how bad things could get if Ivy wasn't stopped soon. However, his "ally" was currently in need of help; he was off his feet, which meant that his abilities were largely useless, and the long, vine-like whip that was attempting to snare him seemed to be lined with vicious looking barbs...and if the spores outside were anything to go by, he sincerely doubted that the barbs were the end of the danger of that particular weapon. On the one hand, he needed to stop Ivy and so should probably have directed his focus on her and hoped that if he could take her down, this new mystery assailant would retreat as well. However, New-Flash was in danger and largely useless right now, especially with chunks of rubble - several of which chose that moment to bounce off of his shield - falling about his head. What if he attacked Ivy, failed, and Flash were to pay for it? Not only would they be handicapped in the fight by a casualty, but he would be seriously injured and even potentially<em>die.</em><br/><br/>That last thought made up his mind for him; he needed to help The New Flash get out of the sticky situation he found himself in, especially after he provided aid to M'gann. Shaking his head slightly, he levelled his Trident in two hands in the direction of the whip and directed his Will into the weapon, projecting several sharp, bright golden bolts of magic from the central fork that arced across the room - the shield around Orin pulsing as each golden bolt passed through unimpeded - and fell around and above the whip, even as it uncoiled itself and snaked back towards its wielder...it appeared that his assistance in that matter was no longer required. Well, if he even damaged the weapon, it could prove to be an advantage later on. So instead, he then turned his weapon and opened fire on the mystery woman, too; she was obviously hostile, and he couldn't allow her a moment to breath or adjust her tactics to his presence. This fight needed to end quickly. He was able in close quarters, of course, but Red Hood and Flash were both excellent at close range too, and it seemed a waste of his Tridents abilities if he didn't at least attempt a ranged barrage. After all; you only moved into engage in close quarters after you had tested your ranged capabilities and found them to be wanting. The tactical choice was obviously to attempt fire from a safe position - that is, behind the protective barrier - and only advance for close quarters if those attacks proved to be inadequate or ineffective. He just hoped that neither was the case; these humans would prove to be formidable indeed, if they were able to withstand the Might of Poseidon Himself...and whilst it would be a good fight, it would also potentially lead to hundreds of civilian deaths, if not more. And that was a price that Orin was not in any way, shape or form willing to pay. His first job was to protect and save lives; to that end, he sincerely hoped that his Magic would be enough.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>*<strong>Both Orin and M'gann</strong>can speak Atlantean, which is a mixture of verbally spoken dialogue, tongue clicks, cheek pops, throat exultations and various other sounds. In my posts, if he is speaking out loud and the words are both italicised and emboldened, he is speaking Atlantean. If he is sending a telepathic message to, for example, M'gann, Atlantean speech is emboldened. Due to Atlantean resistance to psychic probes and attacks, multilingualism that stems from telepathy cannot translate Atlantean unless it is being spoken by somebody who does not have a resistance to telepathy.