Rather satisfied with his throw, Anchor placed his arms on his hips, letting out his most heroic laugh. Ever since he had moved up to the surface, he noticed heroes often doing such. Though currently he wasn't very good at it, he someday aspired to laugh heroically with the best of them. He could see it now, him standing next to superman, a hearty chuckle echoing out across the lands.

But he let himself get distracted by these thoughts for just a bit too long, and he hadn't noticed Tank's counter attack until it was far too late. The chain quickly pulled taut, and Anchor was dragged to the ground with it. Though normally he would have simply planted into the ground face-first, his armor was slick, and the pull from Tank was exceptionally strong. This combination led to him soaring across the floor, arms spread wide like an eagle. Rahn'Niss tried to put out his arms to stop his glide, but was unable to get a good grasp on the rather slick floor. 

The heavily muscled Atlantean finally came to a stop, a pile of rubble from the previously thrown table obstructing his path. The debris only slowed him, though, his head almost making it all the way through the window broken by Little Brother at the beginning. Before he regained his senses to get up, he noticed the gray powder, and the people down on the ground. It didn't take a genius to know that there was some correlation between the two. He considered shouting to the team, but he decided that they would be fine, until it managed to find its way into the building. As far as he could see, it hadn't made its way in yet. 

So, shrugging off the powder, He turned, his chain slowly retracting up into his glove, anchor slowly crawling back. Rahn'Niss paid little attention. After the stunt before, he knew that his best chance would be hand-to-hand. Though at first his pace was slow, the Atlantean picked up speed quickly, lunging at Tank, arms outstretched to grab at the hulking enemy.