Heh. Paralyzed with fear. An interesting notion... If Arty had been capable of actually feeling fear that is. No, he was not the sort to shy away from or become crippled by odds that were stacked against him. In fact, he relished the challenge. It made him look all the more badass when he beat those odds to a bloody pulp. In truth though, he seriously doubted the odds were against him this time. From what he'd seen on the ground, the soldiers manning this tower were little different from the government flunkies he'd taken on in droves back home.

So it was with mild shock (which for Arty generally means a mental "huh, that's odd" before going on about his business) that he burst into the hallway behind his companion to find five beings who he hadn't been able to sense before entering (assuming they're undead, as is implied in Khan's post). Or after entering, for that matter. There they stood in full combat regalia before him, well, three of them still stood, the other two were crumpling to the floor in a heap, and he couldn't feel a single electrical impulse in their entire bodies. Not living, and not robots either. Huh. He'd never killed a zombie before. 

"...first time for everything!" He didn't even notice the gas as he sprang into action, thanks to the filters in his flat black mask, and the air crackled with electrical potential as he leapt forward, meeting the blade of the nearest guard with his own. They snapped and hissed on contact with one another, sparks flying into the faces of both combatants as nether-powered blade struggled against aether-powered blade, then the blades parted only to re-engage once more. God this guy was slow. Three rapid exchanges of blows later and a second zombie guard joined the fray, so Arty quit toying with them and erupted in a burst of motion so fast any human observer would only see a blur of motion one moment, then the heads of the two guards dropping to the floor the next. Along with their hands severed at the wrists, their arms severed at the elbows and shoulders, their legs severed at the hips and knees, and their feet severed at the ankles (though those weren't dropping to the floor so much as just... uh, staying there). 

"Booyah. Walk away from that one, you undead freaks."

Good thing their armor wasn't enough to stop his energized blade, otherwise he might have had to get creative. He spun to face the third guard he knew was there even before the assorted pieces of the two he'd just dispatched reached the ground, though found that his ally had already taken care of that particular threat. 

"So... Where to now? I can feel a couple people about twenty meters up, but that's all I can feel. These goons..." He kicked one of the motionless corpses. "...don't seem to run on electricity."