The skin of Armstrong's face and hands turned metallic black, and his grip on Joel's head tightened. "Think that'll scare me?" Armstrong gloated. "Played college ball you know. University of Texas. Could've gone pro if I hadn't joined the Navy. I'm not one of those Beltway pansies." He lifted Joel by the head. "I could break the president in two, with my bare hands!" He threw Joel into the air, spinning.
Seras' shot didn't even seem to be registered by Armstrong, and all the blaster shot did was knock his glasses out of place,which he quickly corrected.