And while she was kissing, he was busy swiping her shirt, having guessed that she wasn't intending to attack at all as that was so obvious. He then waved like a flag, acting like a matador against a bull. "So glad to hear that, but I am afraid that I will have to be most harsh in my punishment of you for attacking my children so. Of course, yours are not the most elegant, but they certainly have a few advantages over mine."<br/><br/>Matador, break dancing, waltzing, lucha libre, he effortlessly switched between dozens of 'fighting' styles that were not intended for actual combat, but were surprisingly good at either keeping him from harm, or in hitting her. Though several of the styles didn't allow him to do more than brush her, that was his intention, as he used one touch to deliver a divine blast into her thigh, and another touch to her stomach to discharge a cone of force. Although he wasn't doing much damage to her, he was trying to prove that he was in control, and keep her distracted from the fact that her toys were being shattered as the station began coordinating its portal shots with the ground forces to figure out where the bardic units were, and obliterating four or five of them a round, as no matter how good their unusual dodge was, it was nearly impossible, without some form of physical displacement, to avoid a two hundred foot spread blast capable of wounding a demigod.