"Seriously dude? A bush? You're wearing a hulking suit of shiny armor and you think a bush is going to hide you?"

Speaking to Alexander with his usual sardonic nonchalance, Arty began walking a slowly tightening circle around the newcomer, taking him away from the other combatants and towards mister camo. His sword still shone brightly in his hand, the blade a full meter long and dual edged, and it burned/cut through any vegetation it touched with not a single ounce of resistance. Maybe like a quarter of an ounce on the really thick stuff, but definitely not a full ounce. The heat of the pommel felt good in his hand, comforting in the raw power it emanated. As he walked, he began to build more energy in his left hand, though the increase in static would be almost completely unnoticeable thanks to the already brilliant light and power show that was the sword in his right hand. Yeah, this new guy was gonna be just as toasted as the last one.

"Newsflash, it doesn't."