Prime looked on as the two in front of him came driving forward, fists raised and engulfed in flame. They bore down on him hard. The force behind their punches was great, he was sure. But nevertheless, he caught their punches in his metal hands, and applied pressure. Though they were superhuman, this would likely break their bones. If it didn't, the pain could at least disorient.

Again he spoke in his synthesized voice, this time remotely hacking the PA system. "Shadowhawk! You don't remember me, do you? We fought once before; within the sewers. I made that dent in your helm." Releasing the angel, he threw him at least to the wall of the compound if not through it. Then he punched Darkstar with enough force to fracture the jaw. Not even stopping, he did not check to see if his hits had taken them out of the fight, or even if they did any damage. His mind was already on the next threat. 

Next came the telekinetics. He took one look at Bishop and he snarled, a sound akin to metal being shredded. The snarl caught her attention and he punched her barrier. Being a telekinetic meant she wouldn't take any damage but by protecting herself she couldn't trap him. That was her companion's job. Her very vulnerable companion's job. With her focus on trapping him, she had to concentrate which meant she couldn't shield herself from an unexpected assault. A simple headbutt should suffice. 

Though he savored the fight, he knew the rest of the battle would not be so easy. But he had an ace up his metaphorical sleeve, one that would surprise them all.