[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=CFC500]⚡John Watts⚡[/color] and  [color=107532]🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Qt33mtMn/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Smallville?
[b]Skills:[/b] [color=CFC500]Superhuman Speed, Speed Strike[/color], [color=107532]Archery[/color][hr][/center]	[color=CFC500]"Oh [i]BEEP[/i] off, Sapphire!"[/color] Watts snapped back at her. He didn't care if she found it hilarious that he kept on being censored each time he tried to swear. He wanted to curse, so that was exactly what he was going to do. The only people he avoided swearing in front of were his kids at the end of the day. If they were going to laugh at him, that was going to be their funeral. He was behind the sentinel, but that didn't stop it from firing off a laser blast at him, narrowly missing him. Everyone seemed to get knocked down by the blasts, even Arthur falling to the ground. Watts had to wonder if Mojo would really care if they died or not here. 

	Watts rushed backwards at top speed, before he turned around and ran as fast as he could at the sentinel, building up momentum. At the last moment he swung his fist back and punched the robot, able to deal a significant amount of damage to it. His fist stung from the impact, but he was largely protected by his suit - since otherwise, that amount of force would have shattered his hand. He figured that the others were having hilariously bad flukes when it came to hitting this sentinel due to their own poor fighting skills - it certainly wasn't a luck issue or anything! [color=CFC500]"See, now [i]that[/i] is how you punch,"[/color] he announced smugly. 	

	[color=107532]"Is he always this insufferable?"[/color] Arthur muttered to no one in particular. He didn't want to become chummy with these people, yet he couldn't help but be irritated by the miniature speedster. He was vain, egotistical, selfish, and haughty. He wanted to shove arrows in his ears if he had to listen to Watts for another second. He fired off an EMP arrow at the sentinel, convinced that his aim was perfect. Somehow, the arrow abruptly turned down and went straight for the robot's foot, barely activating in time. The sentinel only sparked slightly, rather than being entirely shut down as he had hoped for.

	He didn't let that phase him - he had seen weirder things before. He let another EMP arrow fly, this time it once again suddenly took a sharp turn downwards, hitting the torso of the sentinel. The robot was continuing to spark and seemingly short circuit, but not enough to deactivate it or destroy it yet. Third time was a charm - or so he thought. The third arrow connected perfectly with the sentinel's arm, but the EMP didn't activate properly. It was a string of rotten, odd luck.