Quickly rolling to the side to avoid a hail of bullets, Arrowhawk spun to face the newcomer. A battlesuit. Good thing I've got these, he mused, pulling out an arrow tipped by a silver oval shape with a flat pressure plate on the side. Nocking it quickly, he pulled back and fired it into the suit's chest, a blue pulse of light flaring across the whole suit with a low-pitched hum.
He began backing away slowly from both the battlesuit and the Captain. He certainly couldn't fight both at once.