It was only moments later that Arty arrived to join the fray with his own barrage of weaponsfire, having finally opted to use his pistols instead of relying solely on his melee weaponry and powers. In this tight of a space, with this many projectiles being hurled down the corridor at the intruders, melee combat would have been suicide, even for him. He drew a bead on an oncoming trooper, but before he could pull the trigger the man was dropped by a barrage from the clockwork man and the tower's defenders. His second target was lost in a similar manner before he could fire, as well as his third and fourth. The sheer volume of firepower being poured down the hallway was bringing down the opposition almost as quickly as they appeared, and the bodies were beginning to pile up. It wasn't long before Arty gave up trying to get a shot in edgewise and just put his pistol away and leaned back against the wall to watch, pulling his sword free to admire the workmanship and humming a tune as he waited for the battle to take a turn.