"You impertinent Neanderthals. Your kind are full of slurs and assumptions. I would not dare enjoy a union with such an obvious cow." He said while jabbing an accusing finger at Wicked. These phantasms were becoming a bore. It was time to test just how solid they really were. However, before that could done the child sprang up for more combat. Those eyes of his locked with Namor's. There was something very strange and sorcery like about them. It wasn't good.
Everything became a blur. Where was? He was standing by the throne. He was a boy. Why was everyone staring so? His father and mother were there. They'd just declared his life forfeit for having been borne mutant. They were laughing. They thought it some terribly funny joke. He was going to die and no one seemed to care. No! Damn them all! He was chosen by Poseidon! His destiny was set! They couldn't do this, there just had to be some other way. The soldiers were grabbing him..hitting him. He was to be banished. To die in the wild! NO!
Water swished and burst through the sides of the sub just as the last punch was thrown by Alex. It was caught. Their foe looked up with a snarl. "......I hate you." He narrowed his eyes on the boy as realization struck him. He started squeezing those knuckles in his hand till they broke with a snap. Next he flung his prize right at the pile of ghosts with some force this time and turned on the girl. "Now you!" He flew off the ground and came at her.