The fact that others would be safe and freed happened to be a bonus. However this was close to home. Her friend and Danica's best friend was in there. She was the closest thing to family non-blood a platonic relationship could get. Sonja both in her human state and enhanced state as red Sonja was an impressive fighter. It was clear she could handle her own but not this time. She was hurt and sick when they broke in. The after math Mera had to see. Overturned furniture, broken glass. There were streaks of blood from where hands were reaching, desperately looking for an anchor. There was small puddles of blood, splatter along the walls.

In the corner under a chair were two small dogs. Shivering, laying in their own bowls. The look on their face was helpless. She wrapped the dogs in towels and took them back to Danica's place. She cleaned them and made them as comfortable as possible. Batdog helped them by staying close, showing them the best spots to rest and even sharing his toys. She stayed on land to watch over the dogs, to make sure they were okay, to make sure they didn't feel abandoned. They didn't chose to have this happen to them. Neither did Sonja, neither did anyone struggling to come to grips with what was happening to them.

She wanted to save Sonja, any chance she could get to help locate her she would volunteer for. Her rage was strong; she was ready to make people pay. If he hadn't been an asshole; if he listened to her. He claimed what he claimed and he explained how he explained it without listening to the words. He didn't know her despite being around her enough. Sonja being hurt and sick could have been avoided if he hadn't been an incompetent male. Trying to be noble and yet failed to see where he went wrong. Now she was taken. Mera was angry at the foolish man and didn't get to have an outlet for it; now she was on a boat with him.

She didn't greet him like she should; she didn't look at him like she should. She glared if she noticed him looking her way and walked away quietly to another location. She was around for any communication so she was still in the know but direct conversation was avoided. When plans were finished being discussed she looked out, waiting until they reached the island. She glanced over at the others, dressed in the same blue as her hoped this worked. Once the ferry docked on the island she well in line, impersonation a lackey to get onto the island. Once it was show time,that was a different story. The guard was down and the others began to fight and Mera's lips curled at the corners and formed a smile on her face for the first time tonight. There was finally a release of tension as her clenched fist connected with the first jaw.

Running down a hall, trying to find her friend she found herself stopped by a group of lackey's. Her arm swung, hitting one in the face knocking him back, another fought better. He blocked her right then her left hook. He kicked her in the stomach, causing her to stumble back. Her eyebrows furrowed and teeth clenched. The smirk on his face was something he would regret soon. She ran and charged towards him hitting him in the side and while his body turned to the side she kicked him in the back of the calf hard enough his bone snapped and tore through the skin. The scream echoed in the hall and she reached down, shaking her head. “You probably shouldn't have phoned in sick today.“ Grabbing the back of his head she brought it back and as she did another charged at her.

She turned her head and her arm stretched out, palm open, fingers flexed. Her jaw clenched and the muscles in her arm tensed. The man stopped still in his tracks, unable to move forward as he struggled to breathe. He was gasping, hands clawing at his throat.The man fell to his knees, his hands hitting the floor soon after. He panted and gasped, he was sweating profusely. He started mumbling but Mera paid no mind to his words. She held the head of the other man in her other hand. He spat in her direction and she turned her attention back to him. A displeased look came on her face and she smashed his head into the wall, his limp body falling to the ground. Her attention falling back onto the other man.

She turned her body to face him fully now. He struggled to look up at her as she played with him. She would ease up on evaporating the liquids from his body to allow him to feel like he was going to come back. He lunged forward on the ground to reach for her leg. Mera's hold was strong as she walked over to him, looking over his body. “Down boy.“ And with a flick of her wrist the man saw black. Mera ran down the halls, among the chaos she held her own, arms swinging, legs kicking. Remembering her training she learned as well as her own powers. Just as she blocked a punch to her head the click of the doors rung out through the prison and the cell doors opened.