<hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rex McKenzie, currently believed to be Namor by the Red She-Hulk<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Mutant, or Mutant Human-Atlantean Hybrid if you believe the Red She-Hulk<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Las Vegas/Caesars Palace/The Colosseum<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:00 pm.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Quicksilver, Tony Stark, anyone else who wants to pile on<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Open to negotiation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black jeans and boots, white t-shirt, denim jacket<br/><hr/><br/>All hell broke loose, and Rex decided to capitalize.  With the damper off, he felt better than he had in days - stronger, faster, more<em>alive</em>.  He ducked under the Red Queen's arm, helped by the fact that she was suddenly distracted by a sword-wielding redhead, hurled himself sideways as a glowing golden figure engaged the Hulk, and dove for Tony Stark.  Only to discover that someone had beaten him to the target.  Some guy with white-blonde hair and a silver costume, holding Tony like a child.<br/><br/>" " he said, voice drowned out by the shockwave of the golden figure and the Hulk hitting the coliseum wall.  He tried again.  "Hey, I don't know you," he told Quicksilver.  "You on their side," he indicated the approaching Hulks, "or ours?"<br/><br/>There was a crack like thunder, and the man in silver seemed to vanish.  And then the first of the Hulks was on him - a scrawny little man, for a Hulk.  Thin and wiry, with olive skin and long green hair, booming "Smash them!" at the top of his lungs.  Rex sidestepped his badly-telegraphed overhead smash, letting the man expend his strength into the sand before driving a fist into the base of his skull and kicking him in the side of the knee.  The Hulk screamed in agony as the joint bent sideways, and then Rex caught him up and hurled him shrieking into the face of the oncoming horde.<br/><br/>"Come on, then!" Rex shouted, smacking his fists against his chest and gesturing at the mob.  "Who's<em>next</em>?"