[h1][center][color=4682B4] [b]A Q U A G I R L[/b] [/color][/center][/h1][hr]

Lorena continued down the path she had chosen from her starting point, heading left and staying as close to the perimeter wall as possible. With all the ruins and partially destroyed structures that blocked pathways or formed new ones, the arena very much resembled an ancient maze that twisted in towards the center. It brought back memories of the catacombs beneath Atlantis, and one of Lor's earliest battles against the immortal sorcerer Kordax, a former denizen of Atlantis before it had sunk to the bottom of the sea. 

In that encounter she had inadvertently become trapped inside the catacombs after a youthful exploration of her new home, and had discovered the elderly man beneath. If it weren't for the timely intervention of Lady Mera, Lor would have perished there against the long-gone-mad Atlantean. As it were, she was left with a very painful scar, albeit one that didn't leave a physical mark; Lorena Marquez was not comfortable with enclosed spaces, and although this colosseum was incredibly large and expansive, the knowledge that she was trapped in here did not resonate well with her or those memories. But Lor was also calm, and collected. Her time training with King Orin and Lady Mera had provided her with great mental poise, and she had yet to face a challenge during her time as Aquagirl that she had shaken her internal fortitude. 

So, as she walked down her chosen path, she was scanning the outer wall for defects. Any chinks or signs of structural stress. Lor had been running her hands across the surface, palm flat against the wall, feeling for even the slightest crack or dent. Surprisingly, she had found the wall was not metallic, as she had first believed seeing it from far away, but that it appeared to be made of some sort of stone. At least, it felt like stone to her, and not at all like the purified material that would be used to craft a sturdy metal wall. It was of a strange, grey-blue hue, and slightly cool to the touch. Every so often she'd find slight scorch marks present, mostly higher up just out of reach, obviously left over from past matches, but despite walking for some minutes now, Lor had found not a single imperfection in the wall's structure. 

[i][color=4682B4]Odd,[/color][/i] she thought. [i][color=4682B4]There are clear signs of battles waged here, but no damage visible to any of the outer wall. Either whoever maintains this arena repairs the damage before the next matches are fought, or whatever this material is is of considerable durability.[/color][/i]

Lor stopped now, facing the wall to scrutinize it more closely. [i][color=4682B4]It would make sense that the arena would be constructed of material much stronger than stone, or even metal[/color][/i], she considered, [i][color=4682B4]given the magnitude of power those of us held captive likely possess. It would not do for them to allow us escape so easily. Still...[/color][/i]

She closed her eyes and focused, pushing her senses past her body, and spreading her awareness. Although Lor was only a pseudo-Atlantean, she possessed the signature ability all Atlantean-blooded creatures shared on her world; hydrokinesis. With it, she could affect and control water in a myriad of ways, and she had been personally trained by Lady Mera - the strongest hydrokinetic Atlantis had ever seen - in its arts. Unfortunately, there were no bodies of water present in this forsaken arena, as she naturally would have felt the draw of any lakes, rivers, or seas even miles away the moment she came to consciousness. However, any truly skilled hydrokinetic was never without a source of water. As Lorena concentrated, she began to, slowly at first but more rapidly with every passing second, pull to her the very moisture in the air. There wasn't much around her given they were indoors, and even the ground was made from the grey-blue material, but despite the general low humidity there would be just enough for Lorena's purposes. 

As Lor drew the water vapor to her, she directed it towards her right hand, collecting it around her balled-up fist until it was enveloped in a thin-coating. She concentrated more, packing the molecules of the water closer together to increase the density, effectively "hardening" the water into something vastly more solid than ice. It was a common technique for hydrokinetics, and would normally be mere child's play for Lorena under normal circumstances, but both the facts that she hadn't been submerged in water for a month and thus wasn't at her peak, and the very little amount of moisture she had to work with made it necessary for her to focus more than usual. 

Due to her Atlantean powers coming from a transfusion of King Orin's royal blood, her physical abilities were not of the same levels of full-blooded warriors, and never would be. Though she was still magnitudes stronger than any human could ever hope to be, she wasn't capable of matching the sheer force of a strike from her King, or even Lady Mera. However, Lor had long ago devised her own technique, utilizing the super-dense water to aid the power of her own attacks, amplifying the force of her blows to levels even her King could not achieve, if she had ample enough water to manipulate. Though the pitiful amount she had managed to gather wasn't even close to those levels, it would, at the very least, she estimated, double the impact of her punch. 

Ready now, Lorena's eyes opened, narrowing on a section of wall just below a blackened scorch mark. She took an appropriate stance; left foot leading, right foot back, and body rotated so she was at an angle to the wall. Her strong arm was brought back, tensed up, parallel with her waist. As she thrust forward, Lor pivoted her hips, adding to the momentum of her swing as she brought her fist around to connect with the wall, putting all the strength she could muster into a singular blow. The force of her punch colliding with the stone-like surface caused a loud "thud" to resound throughout the arena, echoing through the connecting labyrinth passages around her, and the thin layer of water she had used to enhance her strike dissipated in a light mist upon contact with the wall.

Lor looked on, perturbed, but not surprised to see the wall still standing as sturdy as ever. That was to be expected. She was, however, surprised, to see that there wasn't so much as a scratch made on the surface itself. No dent, no thin spider-web cracks crawling away from the spot of impact. She may not have had full Atlantean strength, but even without enhancing her strikes through hardened water she was more than capable of shattering stone with her punches, and there should have at least been [i]some[/i] sort of indication that her attack on the structure had even occurred in the first place. 

[i][color=4682B4]Blast![/color][/i] Lor cursed this new revelation. [i][color=4682B4]I am not at my strongest, but that should have had some effect. Just what is this made of?[/color][/i] She asked herself, once more running her fingers across the somewhat rough, but cool surface. 

With her primary method of escape being exhausted, Lor decided it was time to explore another. Turning from the wall, she looked out towards the nearest pillar - the structures that she and the other intended slave combatants began atop of - and began making her way in its direction. 

[color=4682B4][i]If [/i]I[i] do not possess the means for escape, perhaps another does.[/i][/color]