Mako had gone out into the ocean after their little meeting and started practicing his combat underwater, he might have been young but his father was an imperial guardian, Mako had to learn how to fight and he was good at it. His ferocious nature mixed with the Atlantean fighting techniques made for a dangerous combo and that was without the trident. With that weapon in his hand few could go toe to toe with him and come out unscathed. The lightning that it produced was a type of Atlantean magic that Mako didn't fully understand nor did he need to, all he needed to know was, "zap em and they die."
As he exited the plane however the little black cylinder was hidden within his Atlantean pants, he was also wearing a tight fitting scuba shirt with black netting over the ribs to allow his gills access to air, he looked a bit beach ready beside the fact that his outfit was completely black. He wouldn't really stand out to much, he just looked like a swimmer. When The other humans started speaking about Germany he chuckled, "Home to one of humanities more brutal acts of genocide..." The smile and laugh that followed would have scared the spots off a Dalmatian. Mako stepped onto solid ground and breathed in, the ocean was much to far to aid him now and Mako felt a pit in his stomach. Water was calling out to him and if the time came and he needed it he knew it would be there but that didn't change the sick feeling he felt. Covering his discomfort with dark humor, "Perhaps I'll get to try some German!" By the glint in his eyes it didn't seem he was talking about Bratwurst.
As he exited the plane however the little black cylinder was hidden within his Atlantean pants, he was also wearing a tight fitting scuba shirt with black netting over the ribs to allow his gills access to air, he looked a bit beach ready beside the fact that his outfit was completely black. He wouldn't really stand out to much, he just looked like a swimmer. When The other humans started speaking about Germany he chuckled, "Home to one of humanities more brutal acts of genocide..." The smile and laugh that followed would have scared the spots off a Dalmatian. Mako stepped onto solid ground and breathed in, the ocean was much to far to aid him now and Mako felt a pit in his stomach. Water was calling out to him and if the time came and he needed it he knew it would be there but that didn't change the sick feeling he felt. Covering his discomfort with dark humor, "Perhaps I'll get to try some German!" By the glint in his eyes it didn't seem he was talking about Bratwurst.
