Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-25547106-20160307182208

Armstrong throws the phantasm he'd been dragging in the way, stepping to the side and now clutching its fantasmal dagger in his off-hand. He launches it towards one of the descending copies and lunges forward, catching them and retrieving the blade from its spectral chest before launching it at another. His dodge allowed him to avoi the two on the ground entirely. He then rests his left hand behind his back, catching the red, glowing blade of the young man with his right hand alone, leaning into the grab so the force of the attack held him in place. "Interesting technique, young man! Though ultimately, more attacks will not yield you any differing results." he states, gripping the blade and willingly guiding it into cutting his upper pectoral muscle. His challenging smile did not falter and the black and red wound it left fizzled away as Armstrong's limmitless bravado easily staved off the negative emotions within it. "...I'm simply too positive for you to cut with your ire!" he chuckles.