Vlad extend a hand experimentally, nothing. Then he wills his mind to follow the gesture as he makes it. The water surges forwards and around his legs but doesn't even touch him.
He grins.
Then he walks forward. In a fuzzy sense he can feel other disruptions in the water, small eddies where people are stumbling and splashing around. Even as he concentrates the range extends a little and he can sense perhaps twenty feet in each direction. His heart quickens, could he find his family with this?
But what would that do? He'd just be standing next to them, waiting to die when Naga turned back. No, he had to help the other parahumans. Yes, others. He smiled again, he was one of them now.
Now with a determined stride he heads for the destroyed doors. Then he pauses and looks down, and tentatively puts a foot on the water. It holds, and gives a little when he puts his weight on it. He lifts the other foot, and lo and behold Jesus impression.
With new confidence he heads again towards the exit out of this deathtrap. He runs, and gradually let's the water take his momentum so he is almost skating by the time he reaches the door. With a whoop, he gathers the water beneath his feet and launches a full two metres into the air as he passes into the sunlight. For a moment there's just him, the air and the sunlight.
Then reality hits. It's infinitely worse out here. The noise is deafening and everywhere capes rush backwards and forwards, powers flicker and burn. And in the middle of all the Mage of the Seas bends water to his will, sending people flying like insects.
Vlad looks around, he has no clue where he'd be most useful, so he reckons his best bet is to find someone who does.