"Yeah... I am pretty neat, aren't I?" There was an unseen wink beneath Arty's mask, meant to give away the joke but failing utterly since his comrade couldn't seen his face. Hopefully he'd pick up on that anyway. Either way, with the patrol now out of commission they now had a brief window of opportunity to reach the tower unnoticed, and Arty took it without hesitation. His armored limbs propelled him forcefully across the remaining distance to the tower in only a few seconds, and once there it was a simple transition from horizontal to vertical. 

He wasted no time waiting for his comrade, and once he was on the wall began a rapid climb toward the tower's peak. Each step was anchored to the surface only long enough to propel him into the next, and his vertical sprint carried quickly to the summit. Once there, he opted for the dramatic flair of a backflip as he crested the edge, then dropped to a crouch on the top of the towers outer wall. NOW he would wait for his compatriot.