He slammed into the angelic being full force, leading with his left shoulder, and the force of the collision drove both men back to the ground. It was on the way to the ground that Arty slipped his hands through the gaps in the armor, latching on with his power to his opponents clothing and the flesh beneath, the attractive forces permeating cloth, skin, muscle and bone as he projected them outward from his hands. His right hand slipped beneath the plate covering his opponent's right shoulder, while his left found a chink beneath the other man's left arm. 

When the armor was launched outward it slammed into his shoulder and chest, pushing his body away from the other man but failing to dislodge his hands. The only way he would be dislodged was if the armor carried enough force behind it to rip the bonded flesh, muscle, and bone clean off the other man, costing him both his right arm and a fair portion of the left side of his ribcage. 

It was at this point, immediately after hitting the ground, that Arty's hands rippled with pure current, sending enough power into his opponent to kill three bull elephants outright. That was the rub with plate armor. It always had weak points that could be exploited by speed and accuracy, two traits that Arty had in spades.