The wily villain unexpectedly reached down towards the waistband of Aquaman’s green tights. “You did say I could have the first move,” he sneering stated as the bound superhero strained against the tentacles that securely held him.
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While Aquaman had fought to free himself the Black Manta had approached. The lack of adequate air in his lungs weakened him. The muscular aquatic fighter struggled to get out of the creature’s hold but he found he was powerless to accomplish this maneuver. Another tentacle from the sea creature slipped around his neck cutting down on his air supply. “WHAT!!!” The stunned blonde hero cried out, as his arms were pulled outward then slightly backward. Before the haughty super stud realized what was happening the creature’s tentacles had wrapped themselves around Aquaman’s wrists and his neck. Did this Manta truly think he could out box him? The aquatic warrior was still laughing when, from out of the darkness behind him, a gigantic multi-tentacle sea creature came up behind him. The Black Manta raised his muscled arms into a fighting stance.Īquaman saw this and began to laugh. Clearly Aquaman was so sure of victory he did not think to observe his surrounding. The Black Manta had counted on the smug over-confidence of the superhero. 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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