Oh dear god. That is a huge wave of water.
"Traya, we have a problem."
Michael flies straight for the tidal wave. He knows he can stop it. He knows he can. But it will take a lot. He'll need help.
Michael tries to relax as he prods the Matrix, trying to see how far he can push himself. And then Michael reacts. The Green pushes hard, holding the water back in a massive retaining wall while the Matrix pushes against the onslaught of hydrogen dioxide. Michael pushes and pushes and pushes. He can feel the blackout coming. He knows he has just a few seconds before he passes out.
Still, Michael pushes. Until finally, the weight of the water, held by the green, has been turned almost completely into ice. Not the whole amount. Several million metric tons of water would be impossible. He made a dam out of the front wave. Enough to hopefully hold the water back enough to re-route the seawater elsewhere.
Finally, the blackness overtook him. He had succeeded in protecting the city. He just didn't know what would happen next.
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