These are the last of the photos from Archer's visit a few days ago. He and Boy had a few moments of communion where Archer was expressing his brotherly love. Leeloo was trying to stick her nose into the affair but the boys were too busy sizing each other up. Given that Raimi outweighs Archer by about 40 pounds (yes, 40 ... gulp) the outcome should be a foregone conclusion.
Archer doesn't know who he's messing with. Maybe in the weeks of separation he forgot how The Boy is actually The Man. The expression on Leeloo's face tells all "Archer, I don't think this is such a good idea." (Please ignore the fact that Boy looks like a goon.)
Archer gets right up all in Boy's face. Boy dips into the playbow, ready to take on this young upstart. Look at those mucles flex, like a coiled spring he is ready to blow, a explosion of power and might such as you have never seen is about to occur.
And ... down he goes. What a marshmallow. Archer seemed to be a bit disappointed it was so easy.