[[Armstrong's first instinct is to throw himself out of harms way, but he fights it down, instead choosing to slam both fists into the ground. He jumps back before he does it, timing his attack perfectly to create a massive wall between him and Kimblee's explosive alchemy. As it begins to crack and shatter with the force of Kimblee's attack, his fists become a blur, pounding against the flying fragments heading his way and turning them into missiles, firing back in Kimblee's direction.]]
Prepare yourself for my artistic alchemy, Kimblee!!
[[If the other alchemist has a chance to get a good look at one, he'll see that it's a perfect replica of Armstrong's head. Hey, just because it's a battle, there's no need to throw style and beauty out the window!]]
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Prepare yourself for my artistic alchemy, Kimblee!!
[[If the other alchemist has a chance to get a good look at one, he'll see that it's a perfect replica of Armstrong's head. Hey, just because it's a battle, there's no need to throw style and beauty out the window!]]