"I am Destiny slapping your chin,
"Give yourself a smack to your mouth,
"I am both a fly and a lowly grace,
"Collecting the dregs from the back of this world."
...
A quirky, melodious tone emitted from George Augustus's mouth. Though playing the tough guy, and consistently evading an enemy five times his height, he remained utterly composed.
He was as agile as a bird in the rainforest, like a fly in the summer heat. The two Phantom Pains, without using area-of-effect weapons, were for the moment somewhat unable to take him down.
"Oh, this is truly thrilling— I never thought someone could hold out this long against a sixth-generation mecha! What kind of trials has Mr. Augustus undergone to gain such formidable skills? Oh, we are down to twenty seconds, nineteen, eighteen... I hope the missiles from Constantin Company truly do arrive on time!"
