Typical human behavior, so very common in the lesser machines who were created to resemble the behavior of those organics. [i]Shoot first and ask questions later.[/i] Is what the humans called it. Roughly translated, a few other races had similar phrases. [i]Kill then beckon.[/i] Was his favorite due to its simplicity and bluntness.

Unfortunately, shooting first generally won out in the end. There was but a moment of time for him to react, and he had been quite rudely interrupted mid sentence by a pair of micronuclear rounds. Basically mini-nukes, but smaller and faster. Another quirky and unique weapon that he's never actually witnessed anywhere outside of the flights of fancy in simulated states. 

This woman had managed to catch him unaware not once, but twice, a ruinous error that would be corrected by a tune-up on return to the dyson-sphere. As her arm shot up, his body too had started to move. However, just because he was certain he was the faster machine, a body cannot move faster than an arm without already being in motion. That's simply not how velocity works. So as her gun spoke its reply in the form of reckless abandon, Virtuoso's body had  begun to pivot around and thrust backwards. 

He was fast, but not fast enough when the first slug slammed near straight-on into his central chestplate. The round exploded with a considerable fraction of the force of the missile that she had fired at his construct had, fortunate that he was tougher and faster than his construct. Though only through the grace of his force dispersing gel-layer was he saved a near immediate annihilation. The first round depleted itself against his chest with an impact so great that it caused ripples of force to visually disrupt the energy being shunted off of his body. It cracked most of the plates that domed the front of his chestpiece, exposing some parts of his gel layer to clear view. It was an almost artistic pattern on his chest, oddly enough. Though the channels that ran beneath the plates were unharmed. As they were entirely encased in the gel layer and protective plating. 

Though he wasn't to make the same mistake twice. Though he had been unable to avoid the first shot, the second shot had been predicted just before it left the barrel. Double-tapping is a human concept created to ensure the demise of an enemy, terribly effective and morbid to say the least. With his first motion only vaguely moving him out of the line of fire from the first shot. He was left with more than ample time to avoid the second shot. His body rotated on the X axis and pushed backwards and to the left of his original position, the gamma burst of the shot crackled underneath his chin and intermingled with the golden light for a strangely blue-hued light for a moment. 

If only he could appreciate the beauty as he rocketed back and away from her shot. While he flew backwards leaving a trail of golden light behind him, he raised his left arm demurely and leveled the flat of the blade towards the woman. It would have served as the perfect sightline for him, if he hadn't already had a HUD. The visuals were entirely for effect, his flashiness has caused a number of his bodies to be destroyed. 

Just as his arm reached the peak and leveled with his shoulder and the woman, a pair of MASS rounds would be fired from the wrist mounted barrels. A quick response to her own double-tap, though with less space between the shots. In fact, the actual window of error in the delay of the shots is so negligible that it could be considered simultaneous. 

Oh. No wait.

That was a calculation error.

They are simultaneous.

These massless particles would rip through her body like acid through paper, disrupting the very fabric of the atoms that make up her body in the contact zones. If she were lucky, it wouldn't hit something vital.