Bullets whizzed past Arizona's head as he bobbed and weaved between the buildings of the village. The two machines behind him were relentless in their pursuit, having turned the game of predator and prey on it's head. He wasn't obliged to give them such a title, but they've earned it as they continued to try and out-flank him. The sounds of other battles filled his ears as he passed by other Agents on his run, they were just distractions so he wouldn't have to deal with more than he was already. 

There was a flash of light from one alleyway and the usual ringing sign of a flash-grenade being used. It gave him an idea, not particularly a smart one, or even a sane one. But he wasn't really caring to those two aspects. Reaching for his Grenade Launcher, Arizona hurriedly pointed it at a nearby wall and shot one of the explosives. The small grenade bounced off the hard surface and came back towards him. It was do-or-die time for him, so without another thought he jumped.

The resulting explosion was a lot smaller than he expected, but it served it's purpose. Turning to see his two aggressors laying in respective heaps, almost made him feel like he had accomplished something. Of course, Arizona knew they would begin to move again. The universe had a funny way of messing with him like that. They did of course start to get back on their feet, but he was prepared. Hitting both of them back down with his weapon, until they were little more than gears and scrap metal It wasn't the same as bullets penetrating through, but he didn't care. He just really hated these machines now. 

With a sigh, he stalked back over to where he had seen some of the other Agents, hiding in the shadows until he spotted an opening.