Arty dove forward and to the left as the turret began to turn toward him, hitting the ground rolling and coming up next to it as his sword sliced cleanly through the metal, ending its tirade before it ever truly began. That was the trouble with stationary attacks, more often than not your opponent wasn't. It was then that he felt a presence disappear from the melee in front of him and reappear off to his right. All those neurons firing on full had the lizard man lit up like a Christmas tree in Arty's sixth sense, shrubbery or no shrubbery, and that meant there was little he could do to hide himself. Apparently he didn't know that though, and remained crouched behind a particularly dense bush with one arm outstretched toward Arty himself. Probably a weapon of some kind, and ultimately irrelevant.

Without giving so much as a glance toward the lizard, Arty opened his left hand and let loose the energy that had been building there, sending it streaking in a high arc through the trees and down toward the lizard's face. After all, when you have an attack as fast as lightning, why not aim for where it'll do the most damage?