After seeing what the Batarangs have - or haven't, really - done to the soldiers, Connor quickly discards the idea of just shooting arrows at them.

Connor dives for the gun of the fallen soldier nearest him. It's hot, and heavy - he knows he can't hold it for long. He's gotta make this shot count.

He fires a blast at the most convenient soldiers to target, then immediately drops it, hands tingling with the pain of the minor burns even through his gloves.