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Moment of Awesome - Namor the Submariner: While Baltimore is under attack by giant crabs Namor, along with Meggan Szardos and Alani Ryan, tries to negotiate a truce. Namor sat imperiously silent all through this exchange, studying the spirit creature with an intrigued eye as he waited for these diplomatic shenanigans to reach their inevitable conclusion. With the light of the dark cave and the ghostlight of the spirit's presence, there was almost something sharklike and predatory to his features. The spirit let out a shriek of rage, swaying in a way that brought to mind agitated pacing. "Have I not been giving warnings for years? Decreasing the population of my companions, storms, flooding. And yet you mortals never know when to quit," she spat, "bloated, hideous, taking and taking. It ends here. I will not extend my largesse for the grasping greed of those who would fill the world with their poison." Her glowing visage settled on the one she'd classed as haughty-sharp-regal. "And you, son of the seas? Does this poisoned water not fill you with rage as your body filters it? Have you no kindness left for your lesser brethren, who cannot rid themselves of the toxins and so must suffer at the hands of these mortals?" She swooped closer, form solidifying as she held out a hand. "Would you not like to turn their poison back on them?" Namor smiled back, teeth and eyes sharp. "We would revisit the sins of humanity back upon them one hundredfold. I hold no harbor or fondness for the sons of apes, but these passing centuries have seen them set their mark on everything across the land." He moved closer to her, appreciatory. Perhaps, even, flirting. "Humankind is too brief to ever learn or change. I can assure you, however, despite the glory of your army and the pleasing curve of your features, that they will only bite back ten times in retribution. These children, these girls, hold a short-sighted hope for change given their species does not live long enough to suffer for their own crimes. My recourse, though, is that you must either have either the strength to completely drown the land or the cunning to fight more slyly." He took her hand then, caressing the manifested seaweed and barnacles as he met her gaze. "Tell me how you plan to win. Tell me how you plan to fight back against what they toss against you." The spirit's eyes narrowed at his pretty words, gaze cooly assessing as she looked over the girls. "I suppose these daughters of nature could be spared, if they pledged themselves. But the other mortals in this city... no. They have had their chances, broken their pacts threefold. They have no further recourse, unless new guardians renew the pact and honor it." Her free hand moved up to the man's face. "And you, son of the sea? Do you propose to make this pact for these mortals? Be bound to making them keep their word, should they get a final chance?" Namor, expression laughing, openly scoffed. "Humans cannot keep promises. They are liars, the lot of them, with only the follow through to keep a promise until something shiner comes along. You need to adopt more modern strategies, or be the tidal wave that eats them whole."