Hákon looked to Patriot with a bit of incredulity, wondering just what these other members of the team had been taught by their mentors. So far, he had seen nothing but adolescent abandon, as if they had only just discovered their abilities, and had no discipline with them.

"Do we need to do some homework back at HQ?" He asked, rhetorically. "How are we supposed to make people accept us as these 'champions of justice' if we run amok, blasting every petty criminal we see into submission and disregarding the safety of everyone around us?"

Shaking his head, he peeled away his aufeis armor, turning it to water in his hand, where it formed a large puddle on the street.

"Patriot, how well versed are you in national history?" Hákon asked.