[indent][b][u]5 am, February 10th
Bazaar District, Atlantis[/u][/b][/indent]

Bjorn Bjornsson wandered out of the party. He'd been there a while, watching. It was a bit juvenile to be honest; stalking felt beneath him! He was a soldier, a career soldier, not a middle-aged house-husband with nothing better to do than watch young women enjoy their lives. On the other hand, he was glad to have gone, what with the sudden breakout of violence and the arrival of a disguised man who could be no other than that young Malcolm boy, and another who was far more readable: the King of Atlantis himself.

Some secret mission had gone on here, something about blackout drugs and other stories he didn't care to listen to. All he knew was that these men were rather important, and although a good number of them were taken down in the assault, there were definitely some who had slipped under the radar. It was simple to identify them and track them down, they left in a hurry and weren't shy about leaving evidence. It was so simple in fact, that Bjorn found it simple to retrieve his gear from where he had stashed it at the side of the building before returning to the escapee's trail. He attempted to hide himself among the few people walking at this ungodly hour, dipping into alleyways, all of which were luckily empty, and kept on his way.

Bjorn didn't know where the man thought he was going, but he seemed to know what direction he was heading at the very least. Bjorn leapt from building to building, suiting himself and holstering his weapons, finally placing a helmet overtop of his head, his breaths began to make a soft noise, and a dim red glow began to come from his eyes.

He smashed down into the dead-end alley behind the fleeing man, a cape flaring behind him as it caught the air. The man barely had time to turn around before Iron Eagle unleashed an explosive combination of blows, fragmenting the brick wall behind him and utterly deforming the man's face.

[color=gray]"I see your fear, Atlantean. I feel your pain. And I enjoy it, as we enjoyed watching your friends' suffering at the party. You are in my way, and I will remove you, once we are done... Well, I may as well show you."[/color]

Iron Eagle grabbed the man by the throat and tossed him to the ground, crouching down beside him and preparing a single finger as he tried to crawl away. With a swift thrust, Iron Eagle drove his finger through the man's cheek into his mouth. He hooked his finger around, and dragged the man into the air. He dangled the man in the air, reveling in his groans and desperate cries of pain

[color=gray]"All of this city, of this land, all of it is our domain. You may claim it, but we have only allowed you to live here out of the kindness of our hearts, now we've come to take what is ours. Every Atlantean will be driven out of their homes, brought to the surface, and shot under the sun, and then we will inherit Atlantis. So warn your colleagues, tell them your king openly consorts with us, and tell them that you have no time left, already the surface's strongest warrior has arrived in Atlantis, and she makes me look like a mere minnow."[/color]

Iron Eagle tossed the man to the ground with a thump, watching gleefully as he spasmed and crawled.

[color=gray]"How unafraid we are, to tell you exactly what we plan," Iron Eagle said with a mocking laugh. "Try your hardest, Atlantean, we will still exterminate you like the pests you are."[/color]

It was an impromptu plan, but reading the man's mind and seeing his pure disdain for the surface, Wilhelm knew it would work. With seemingly every prejudice being confirmed, the man would radicalize, and soon none of those from the surface would be safe, well, except for maybe Karen, but he'd work on that. Just as he'd work on influencing these weak minds further. There was some kind of larger plan Wilhelm saw that the man didn't quite know about, but Wilhelm didn't much care about that. He was just looking for a little fury, a little resentment.

A little chaos.