No fire seemed like the way they were heading - right up until their objective reminded them why sometimes fire was the best option. Ghassan was a gasbag and one that needed blasting apart but he wasn't foolish enough to actually engage with them in a way that might mean he could be harmed. It seemed that the man was bold enough to talk smack to invading Mandalorians but not bold enough to back it up himself.
Wise and cowardly at the same time.
"Some bold words from someone in crusading range..." he muttered over the com-link line to Song, "I don't like these odds, Little Wren and..."
He glanced over his shoulder and down at her.
"... are you using me as a human shield right now?"
Unbelievable... short people were troublesome.
Reaching down, he palmed the frag grenade he always carried around with him as he gripped his blaster pistol tightly in the other hand. He wasn't full up on ammo but he could do some damage until then. Arthos leaned forward slightly, preparing himself for some explosive movement.
"Go for the turrets, Song. I'll stick low and take the assassin droids."
Yeah... totally doable.
Arthos launched himself forward, blaster coming up and blasting into the group of assassin droids as he dove for cover behind some stonework. It might have been for potted office plants or something but it worked well against blaster fire - thought it was almost immediately being chipped away as the droids laid down suppressing fire and started to advance. He primed his grenade and said a little prayer to the Gods before swinging out of cover enough to aim and throw.
It was still enough time for him to take a shot to the face, being sent sprawling back behind cover as the beskar helmet rang like a bell in his ears. An explosion later took several assassin droids as Arthos tried to get his helmet back on straight.
"Fuck my life... right to the mouth guard... I think they broke my karking nose with that shot..."
@Song @Orbit