The well-rounded bulge in his snugly fitted tights faintly stretched outward. On a fundamental level Aquaman, though he would never admit it, found a mild erotic thrill in combat. The thought of beating this dark hued foe excited him. “I will even permit you the first move you pathetic creature,” Aquaman said with disdainful contempt. The superhero floated in the sea in a defiant posture with his hands on each side of his tapered waist and his powerful arms akimbo. “Ready to begin,” laughed the handsome fair skinned aquatic warrior. “ Soon you will kneel before me in adoration Let the combat start or have you just come here to admire me?” Aquaman taunted as he pressed his two hands together in front of him and flexed his arms. , that I will ever permit your degenerate species back into this sea realm? Well that was a stupid concept.
“I’d had assumed any survivors would go into permanent exile. “I see that I failed to dispose of all of your people,” Aquaman arrogantly said to his foe. Strapped to his back were twin tanks that enabled the Manta to breath in the denser seawater that they required in order to effectively fight. Like his entire race the Black Manta wore a helmet into battle. In addition, he was clearly three inches taller than his six-foot blonde opponent. The dark skinned warrior was every bit as chiseled and well-built as Aquaman. Aquaman had to admit he was slightly impressed by his opponent’s sheer physical presence. There, waiting for him, was the Black Manta.
Part 2 - Fateful Encounter By Kyle Cicero (Illustrated by Herodotus)Ī highly confident Aquaman arrived at the location specified for his encounter.
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