The man seems to scoff and moves his other arm to block, flesh seemingly turning to steal in the process...

Though, since he didn't notice the illusion his aim is off, and takes a spear to the shoulder. It doesn't go in as deep as Astraea would have expected, however.

He doesn't seem to off-put..."What? Oh, the Trickster. As I was about to say: Don't be ridiculous. There is no patriarchy in Clan Akkaba. Nor a Matriarchy. Affording people's role and position in society to what they keep in their pants is quite simply the most stupid invention of Humans."

"The Matriarchs who taught you to hate men were cowardous weaklings, Gorgon. You capture men, rape them to impregnate yourselves, and then kill them because the leaders of your society are afraid that anything else will lead to them being killed, enslaved, whored out, or barefoot and pregnant in some man's kitchen. Likewise, any society that oppresses women does it becuase they fear that treating a strong woman with the respect she deserves will cost them their power so they try to tear women down before they can grow strong."

"That's how oppression works. Racism, sexism, classism. Cowards and weaklings who have obtained power that they don't deserve and never earned create rules and regulations to keep people who have the potential to earn the power that the so-called Elite have claimed for themselves are too busy scraping by to survive, or worse, turned against each other. That's why humans are a doomed species, not only are they backward, placing their inferiors at the top but they make excuses for it."

As this is happening, Roma attacks the arm holding Charlotte with a blast of heat and radiation, an almost painful shade of bright glowing red and orange with the trademark black dotted outline of kirbon dense energy.

The man's body sort of melts and deforms as he le's go of Charlotte, who falls to the floor and sort of curls into the fetal position, and steps away from the Gorgon.

The man's pants don't melt with him though, they sort of drop to the floor.

He reforms seemingly uninjured, a few steps to the right, clad now in trunks made of some sort of shiny blue material.

"I dare say that investing in Unstable Molecules creation was the best idea I've ever had. It's a shame that it's too costly to tailor a whole suit from them, but what is a man to do?"

"Anyway, in Clan Akkaba, the only things that matter are your strength and your blood ties tot he First One... And for the truly strong, the second one is negotiable."

His arms turn to metal once more and extend into blades, not unlike an oversized combat knife.

"Though, if you still desire not to join, then you can join the Inhuman on the operating table and the information gained from studying your body will be used to create a Vessel for The First One. The choice is yours, but hopefully, your friends will make a smarter choice."

Suzie has done nothing. "...A purpose? This One never had a purpose..."