A dry chuckle sneaks out of him at the suggestions. "All are viable possibilities, and not the sort of chance I want to take."

His expression sobers before long, and a soft sigh follows. "There's also the possibility that they will strike when we turn our backs. Not an issue, if I had a proper weapon, but it seems we'll have to get creative."

Or, well, he will. No gun, none of his swords from the Metaverse. He hasn't felt this powerless in a long time.