Thanks to Seras not having to breath, she wasn't un danger of choking, but she still wasn't in a comfortable position, so she again tried to kick st Armstrong.
We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)
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Doom Guy was indeed knocked down from the spider mostly due to the fact that his armour didn't actually cover his gut(Damn budget cuts). After resting for a second he attempted to get back up to the fight and see if Armstrong was dead yet.
With the time slowing field gone, Armstrong jumped away before Joel could stab him, dropping Seras as he did so. He landed back on top of the wreck of the EXCELSUS, his wounds welding together and healing. He looked at the man who said he had a point. "Am I finally getting through?" he said with a smile, glad that he was starting to convince them.
[color=003399]"Get the fuck down here you coward, so I can start cooking your fucking guts! Would you like them rare, medium or well-fucking-done!"[/color] Joel yelled, sheathing the Murasama.
"...apparently not with you..." he said to Joel, then turned, looking at Shara as she approached. "A newcomer, huh? Cutting to the chase, I need your help." He offered a hand to the man, helping him on top of the wrecked mech's and dusting him off a bit when he was standing alongside him.
"I don't know who you are, but this man is only mad. And his cohorts were also just as deranged; committing war crimes without a thought and only for a price tag." She said to the mysterious man.
<color=purple>"He and his people have done nothing to convince us that we should join him and his reckless quest for power."
<color=purple>"He and his people have done nothing to convince us that we should join him and his reckless quest for power."
Joel looked over at Gwen and yelled, [color=003399]"Can you pull him over here so I can cut his fucking lungs out? That should shut him up!"[/color]
"Is that what you think I'm doing?" Armstrong replied to Gwen. "You don't get it. I'm using war as a business to get elected, so that I can end war as a business."
Gwen cracked her heck.
<color=purple>"Perhaps... but if this man joins us, prepare yourself for a double fight."
"War as a business will only get you so far. You must promise the people other things besides violence and war if you want to be a good leader. Despite what benefits war may bring."
<color=purple>"Perhaps... but if this man joins us, prepare yourself for a double fight."
"War as a business will only get you so far. You must promise the people other things besides violence and war if you want to be a good leader. Despite what benefits war may bring."
"You know Armstrong. I've been in the corp for quite a long time, and there was one important rule in the corp. Don't kill the innocents. That not even while gunning down the enemy that all those who never asked to get into the war wouldn't die. Your worse than your enemy senator." He said while jumping up to get to him.
The man turned back to the group and shrugged. "Never the less I agree with his sentiment of purging the weak." He turned once again and clapped his robotic hand with Armstrong's own, senator's meaty paw almost swallowing the man's hand whole as he shook. "And I'm going to start right now."
With his free hand the man drew the HF Blade from his belt and activated it, slicing across Armstrong's belly in a strike going more for depth than anything else. At the peak of his arm's arc he released the blade, sending it spinning out behind him, and in one fluid movement he retrieved the trio of grenades from his jacket, pulled the pin on one and rammed his fist into the wound caused by the blade.
"I may have fibbed a little, I've always been one for dieing for what you believe in."
With his free hand the man drew the HF Blade from his belt and activated it, slicing across Armstrong's belly in a strike going more for depth than anything else. At the peak of his arm's arc he released the blade, sending it spinning out behind him, and in one fluid movement he retrieved the trio of grenades from his jacket, pulled the pin on one and rammed his fist into the wound caused by the blade.
"I may have fibbed a little, I've always been one for dieing for what you believe in."
"I don't want to lead." Armstrong said to Emily, seeming to calm down and level with her a bit, like he was having a heart to heart. "Like I said, America is rotten. Broken beyond repair. Corrupt and ignorant old men reduce the country to nothing but a bunch of corporate owned fuedal towns and a military that fights wars to do nothing but line its own pockets. I want the people back in power. And if it takes throwing away everything and restarting the whole country, then so be it." When Doomguy called him out, he scoffed. "I'm making the mother of all omelettes here. I can't fret about every egg." He stepped back to try and dodge Doomguys slash, and happily shook hands with the cyborg man, but seemed shocked when he turned on him. He recoiled as the man cut a shallow gash in his stomach. When the grenade was put in, he stepped back for a second, before the explosive went off. The resulting cloud of smoke made it high impossible to see the result of the attack.
You cock your head and chuckle at the senator's goal. You say that war has always been business and that you don't see that changing. When the mysterious man turned on Armstrong you allow yourself a quick smirk before hurrying over to Samus to check her condition.
"In my time, the U.S. falls from its economics. But the people around the world picked up what was left and made it something different, something stronger without having to kill the weak or wage war." She said, even as Armstrong was cringing from the slash.
When the bird-man thing attacked Armstrong, Roland lowered his weapon which he had been keeping trained on the man's head in case he did decide to join Armstrong.
Samus' armour was beginning to repair, but Samus herself still look pretty beat up and bloody. Her face was covered in tiny gashes where her visors shattered glass had sliced her.
The smoke cleared, and revealed... Armstrong, stood tall, healed of all wounds, clutching a couple of the mech's cables, which still pulsed with green energy. His shirt had ripped off completly, showing huge, scar-like engorged veins, originating from his heart and spreading across his body.
"Seems I can't convince you after all." he said, dusting himself off casually.
The smoke cleared, and revealed... Armstrong, stood tall, healed of all wounds, clutching a couple of the mech's cables, which still pulsed with green energy. His shirt had ripped off completly, showing huge, scar-like engorged veins, originating from his heart and spreading across his body.