The man would run right into Armstrong's blast, and be knocked back. He did managed to get a kick in, but it had little visible effect and it would feel like kicking a tank. Emily's microwave beam started heating up the metal flesh, but Armstrong softened himself, picked up a chunk of rubble, and threw it at her head worryingly fast. However, he would be left covered in burn scars, especially on the network of engorged veins over his heart.
"What?" Samus asked, worriedly. "Why?"
"What?" Samus asked, worriedly. "Why?"