"That's a pretty hefty sentence to base on an assumption. I mean, what if you're wrong? What if I'm just a guy in the wrong place at the wrong time?" He kept moving himself, keeping the other man on the opposite side of the invisible circle they were walking with the bush where he'd been hiding in the middle. If he kept on his current course, it wouldn't be long before the armored warrior had his back to the other fighters, and it would be interesting indeed to see how he handled that.

As he moved, he shifted into a fencer's stance, sword held in front and left hand behind his back as electricity began to arc between the fingers, hiding the gathering power from his enemy both with his body and the outpouring of power from the sword. Even to scanners, the buildup in his hand wouldn't register as anything more than an increase in the power forming the sword, as he was careful to keep the blade between his opponent and the hand at his back. When the bullets streaked toward him, he casually tipped the blade to intercept the first near the end, sending it careening off above and to the right, then caught the second roughly midway down the blade and sent it off to the left. Any further shots were intercepted with the same casual ease even as Arty continued the conversation he'd started with his opponent. "Though I suppose if I'm not, killing me is about the only option you've got. Not that you're going to succeed, mind you..."