[[Armstrong knows he doesn't have time to do anything about the blast other than move to avoid it, hurling himself to the side and touching the ground with his fist, lightly. It's enough, however, to encase him in a rocky shell as he rides out the explosion, grimacing as the force causes cracks to spread throughout the structure. He needs to find a way to defend against those explosions, and fast...
When he senses the attack is finished, it's the work of a moment for him to shatter that shell, sending the pieces flying haphazardly. Standing up and shaking himself off, he crouches down into a ready position once more, breath light.]]
You're a bit of a one trick pony, Kimblee.
[[And once again, his fist connects with the ground, causing a massive wall to rise up between the two of them.
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When he senses the attack is finished, it's the work of a moment for him to shatter that shell, sending the pieces flying haphazardly. Standing up and shaking himself off, he crouches down into a ready position once more, breath light.]]
You're a bit of a one trick pony, Kimblee.
[[And once again, his fist connects with the ground, causing a massive wall to rise up between the two of them.
Then, silence falls.]]