The grip on his sword tightened, muscles tensing and eyes narrowing beneath his mask as the gun centered itself on his face. <Wrong move, robocop.> was the thought that skittered through Arty's mind as that all too familiar static charge permeated the air once more. Then the gun flicked to the left and the jig was up. Apparently his new ally liked playing games. Dangerous ones. The round exploded past his head and he ignored it, apart from noting the sound it made as it crashed into the chassis of the broken one that had apparently been trying to sneak up on him. He liked this guy's style.

Once inside the ship, he followed closely behind the Clockwork man as he led the way to what Arty assumed would be some kind of control room, making notes in his head of the various systems they passed along the way, memorizing what he could of the layout before they reached their destination. He was no slouch when it came to technology, that much was evident in the design of his armor, but most of the systems he saw here mystified him. He'd have to find some time later on to examine them more closely. 

When they reached the bridge and Mr. Clockwork issued his cautionary warning, Arty did little more than reach a hand out to place his palm against the nearest wall. Not exactly the most braced of postures, except for the intense van der waals force he then generated in hand and feet, binding himself to the surfaces in a nearly unbreakable grip. Suck it, spider-man.

The ship shuddered violently as it began to lift out of the small crater it had created upon impact, then they were free and soaring toward the sky, leaving behind the field of chaos below.