Armstrong should not have been that fast. He was way too bulky, way too wide, to be so fast. And yet, every swing, no matter how much force Aegislash forced Gladion to put behind it, no matter how close he came to dislocating his own shoulder just to get a good hit in, Armstrong parried. And each time he did, his skin hardened, turned black. Nanomachines. Gladion’s attacks just bounced right off.

- Ragnarust Round 5