"No, I am a freak. Super powers in a normal body. I do believe 'freak' is the street term for those like me."<br/><br/>It was almost cathartic, watching his grandmother bounce off the ground like that, the biggest problem being that, once again, he wasn't the one doing it. "And your hatred of the government is confusing. Or did you forget about being 'Rosie the Riveter' during World War 2?"<br/><br/>He grabbed Star's arm before she could do more. "Thanks for that, but all you did was piss her off. Nice to watch her get smacked like that though. Don't interfere unless I am either unconscious, or she is really trying to kill me. And yes, those before really were her equivalent to love taps."<br/><br/>He limped forward, pulling the over designed box cutter out of his pocket, and activating it. "You know what always bugged me, hag? That Archon never tried to recruit you. But every time you open your mouth, you prove just how antiquated you are. Everyone that ever loved you and your prejudices had the good grace to die a few decades ago. Why don't you go and join them?"<br/><br/>He was set to take the hit, likely another back hand, she had never actually punched him that he could recall, though he probably would have brain damage preventing that if it did happen, blocking the blow with his prosthetic left arm and shoulder, while slamming the box cutter against her, any spot he could, and praying it worked before she ripped his replacement arm off again.<br/><em><br/>(provoke 3)</em>