"I guess we should go say hi." Arty dropped off the ship alongside Mr. Clockwork, noting with some amount of respect the speed of his draw. The urge to show the other man up might have prompted someone else to try and imitate the action at a greater speed, but Arty was not someone else. He felt no such impulse to prove he was better, as he already knew it was a simple fact. He had seen this man move at a speed that would have blurred in the eyes of normal men, yet to his eyes every detail of the motion was clear as crystal. Well... not quite clear as crystal, owing to the deepening darkness, but close enough. Regardless, he casually drew his pair of swords and awaited the arrival of the eerie robot hordes. No point in wasting bullets when you have a very limited supply and swords will do just as well.

A static charge began to permeate the air as he readied himself for the coming onslaught, his swords growing far sharper and more durable than they had any right to, and when the first robot leapt for him, he simply rushed beneath it and cleaved it in two, his blade shearing through the metal as easily as it would through paper. The second, third, and fourth attacks shared predictably similar results, and it wasn't long before a rythm developed. It was almost a dance as Arty moved throughout the field of scrap, evading and attacking and planning all at once, his mind moving faster than his body was able, and his body moving faster than most eyes could track. This was truly his element, right smack dab in the middle of the chaos where the world all but stood still around him as he danced through the sea of enemies that was rapidly being turned to scrap. 

It wasn't his efforts alone that stemmed the tide of robot brutality, however, and whenever his ally came into view he couldn't help but admire the brutal efficiency of his work. They were artists, these two, and the sea of metal was their canvas. Or something like that. Maybe Arty just had an unnatural liking for killing stuff. Except... could robots even die? Were they even alive in the first place? What about an afterlife? Is there a robot heaven that they go to when it's all over? If so, was there a population limit? If there was, it had to be getting pretty close to overcrowded by now, such was the effectiveness of Arty and his ally. Those questions and many others would remain unanswered, however, as Arty kept up his relentless application of the swish-swish-stab technique on the hordes of broken robot soldiers. It was, after all, a very effective technique against opponents with little understanding of combat.