Kal felt like he should be laughing. Unfortunately, he also had a violent temper. Six years of wearing a ring with red kryptonite in it had certainly taken its toll. Didn't take much to set him off these days. And he was sure not in the mood for letting an insect flail at him. "Weak." He shook his head, taking the hits but feeling nothing.
"But then again, that's the way of humans. You still think you can beat me?? I am Kal-El of Krypton! No one beats me! I should kill you for even thinking it." He grabbed him by the upper arm then, holding it like a vice grip. He could crush the bones if he squeezed. Or rip off the limb with a very short tug.
He instead opted for swinging. Mustering his strength, he tossed him, sending him flying across the room like a rag doll, knocked over a table. He wasn't done yet. Only a second later, it seemed as though he vanished, only to now be standing over Luke, arms crossed. He shook his head, cracking his knuckles. "Did you really think you could make a difference.."