The Son of the Madonna is in his element. He does not fight against the onslaught so much as he lets himself go adrift in it. Navigates it like a raging river. As his more offensively capable teammates rain down attacks, he manages to slip in and touch a finger to the Man-Beast's head.
"Mind your mind, savage one."
It's not an attack, strictly speaking. He simply lets the Man-Beast feel what it does not already. Empathy for all that lives around it. He's already fattened himself on the flames of their hatred, fanning them himself, but now he will feel their love, their hope, and all of their sorrow.
It should be quite a lot to digest.
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