Naturally, Namor was expecting some resistance. It would be ridiculous to assume otherwise upon boarding such an obvious military craft. That being said, there was some surprise on his part when this resistance took the form of a small human child. The blow from the air canister knocked the king's head to the side. And it might just give him a headache later. But for now it merely pissed him off. He cursed under his breath and then turned to scowl at the boy. Was Shield sending children to their deaths now? Very well. "Impudent welp!" Namor brought up his right hand and then promptly back handed the boy. And although annoyed, He did still hold back. The force shouldn't knock his head completely off.
Oh! Well now, was the ship moving again? It seemed so. Did they really not know whom they were dealing with? He would just have to show them. As the ship neared the surface the sea shifted with supernatural pressure and pushed it back down. Regardless of the renewed engine strength they were going down. He was the king here! And what were these phantasiums? Illusions cast by some such magi? Whatever the case he would deal with these fools and then rip this ship asunder.