The Focus Blast comes forwards, but would find itself stopped by a barrier before doubling in size, and then launching itself back at the Iron Valiant with twice the power due to his Archaludon using Mirror Coat. This battle would rage on until one of the steel soliders was fallen. The issue was that despite the attack seemingly not making contact it still dealt damage to his dragon, and he frowned from underneath his helm, before the words that the other spoke reached him.

"So you're doing all this for the sake of someone else's ideals...." That thought made him view Navy in a different light. "So you have no will of your own...." That thought was saddening to him. While some may view carrying on the will of the dead as something admirable, to Amor it was despicable....It was a mockery of their memory. Because there was never any true knowing if things would have changed as they grew. "With flimsy ideals like that....You'll never beat me...."

Because to him that was the truth, you had to fight, and achieve all that you had on your own. Tooth, and nail every inch of the way to make your own ideals a reality, and not a facsimile of someone else's. If it was a knights duty to shoulder the weight of the world....Then it was a dragon's duty to burn it to ash, and let something new rise. To fight for Armageddon so that those with the conviction to see their ideals into reality could succeed.

"Tell me if you care about his values, and dreams so much. If you could bring him back, would you?"

Michael Navidson

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"Dreams, and machinations by the Dark Triad is no better than self-aggrandizing that person for the sake of your own whims...." He retorts coldly to the other, before listening to the rest of the words spewed out. The more he speaks the more his heart breaks, because now he realizes that they will never see eye to eye. It was unfortunate.

"Pretend being the operative word....You can pretend the world is anyway you want, but the truth is that this world is filled with the strong eating the weak....That is how the we have survived for as long as we have as a species....At least Rocket is honest about it rather than making hypocritical statements...." There was a sneer on his lips despite the other not being to see it, contempt in his eyes forceful enough that he was boring a hole straight through the other. "Because you all pretend the world is something it isn't, you perpetuate the cycle you want to stop....You're all idiots...." And that was the most infuriating thing about all of this.

They lacked conviction....

They would never do what was actually necessary to save this place....

Because they pretended to be something they weren't....

"You've already lost, because if you had won, we wouldn't be here right now...." Rocket, League none of it mattered at the heart of things.

The Psycho Cut clashed against the steel, and as it did the steel on his Archaludons body hardened even further, and its Stamina rose. It would fight until it could no longer fight, and both of it's claws extended as it attempted to shred the so called Knight with it's Metal Claws. The dragon was being fueled by the fury he felt from his trainer, and so he would keep fighting until one of them fell.

Michael Navidson

An electrified fist, a sudden change in clothing....The Sygna Phenomenon, Amor grimaced, but he wasn't about to back down from this, and he would meet the man head on with a fist of his own aiming to counter punch him the same time his own fist found it's mark. He had little time to react to the sudden change, but Amor did make one miscalculation. He had thought his armor was durable enough to take the hit without breaking, and to some degree that was true. However his helm began to crack, and shatter under the weight of the other, and part of it broke away to the ground revealing his features. A single teal eye, and locks of silvery white hair spilled out of the half broken mask.

The voice modulator he used to disguise himself cutting in out now, he would have to make adjustments in the future, but he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"A real mans gotta be a little stupid huh....That's rich coming from you....Stupidity is what gets you, and those you love killed." He refutes the words of the others, shooting them down as they try to reach him with no remorse. "If you want people to be better then you have to accept the truth, that is the only way. Otherwise suffering will never end." He could see the damage warning on his suits inner hud, and he frowned. With his voice cutting in, and out even Navy would be able to figure out who he was if his features weren't enough to give him away.

There was no further point to either of them trying to talk the other one down, their line in the sands had been drawn, and that was all that would matter in the end.

Michael Navidson