[h2][center][color=f26522]Artyom Barkov[/color][/center][/h2]

Interacting: [@dabombjk][@alexfangtalon][@Suku][@PaulHaynek][@AluminumDude][@Chieri][@Levias][@Lugia][@Leos klien][@eisenhorn][@Heckno12]

The clicking of fingers in his face from the bowman, alongside the dribble about this somehow being a 'democracy' caused Artyom to turn on the man quickly while all his vision saw was red, his hand tightening into a fist that he aimed to drive into the archer's stomach as a growl escaped his throat. "[color=f26522]This is not a democracy! We are literally going into the shattered, monster covered remains of the homelands of most of the people here, including mine! Take this seriously you twat![/color]" 

He made no more to follow up the sudden assault, panting a bit from his yell that caused his armor to creak from the raising and falling of his chest. For the moment, he didn't seem to notice anyone else around him.