"Fuck fuck fuck..." He thought to himself as he listened. He knew that Stride was either bluffing like crazy, or he could actually take these guys on, and he didn't want to gamble to find out. He needed to do something to secure the upper hand... He then had an idea. It was three against four, and one of the three was an emotional wreck, one was a cybernetic thief, and the other was Stride. Thinking about it, their chances are not great. Unless this actually works.
Deciding that he would rather not die, he decided to pull a power move. Almost like an engine, he charged up a fireball, but this time, he sent it through his entire arm. From where the skin met metal, down to his metal fingertips were now covered in fire, and his sword shot from his wrist. Even though the fire and burning metal were extremely painful against his skin, he decided to at least try to give Stride a second to formulate a half-assed plan.
"Alright, shut up. I'm tired of Yashar's half-rate goons coming after my team. You can forget taking Stride. We may not be able to take you on, but we have a caravan of people who could decimate you. Just leave." He was hoping that Eve could feel that something was wrong. He honestly doubts that if this goes down now, that they will make it out in one piece. But he had to buy Stride sometime. He just hopes that Stride actually has a plan.