All in all, Mikaal was holding up his own against their incredible foes, considering he was disoriented and was still reeling from the de-aging and some persistent cravings from his recent detox. Not to mention his teenage hormones were somehow running rampant all over again at the ripe "old" age of 36. At least the killer gorillas were giving him a group of someones to focus on and direct his anger and frustration at.
The slight redheaded girl shouting Leroy Jenkins, however, made him look her way. His eyebrows crept up towards his hairline as he glanced to the side for just a moment. It was long enough for a couple of those lasers to slam into him. Talokian physiology is tougher than human any day, and the sonic crystal in his chest hummed to life and brilliance to deflect the hit. Mikaal wasn't badly hurt, but he was still slammed into the side of a car hard enough for the windows to blow out and for metal to crumple into an alien shaped cradle for his body.
"Ow." was all he said as he extricated himself with a grimace. He growled and shot away in a rage. Mik flew fists first right onto one of his attackers, audibly cracking its skull. He was no Superman. He'd be sore and bruised later, but sustain no lasting damage.
"If anyone's got a plan, I'm all ears!" he shouted as he flew at another gorilla, blowing up its cybernetic eye just as it flared up to shoot at civilians.