The old-fashioned way?...

Finn's stern expression didn't waver. "I don't need your flattery, Hiro. We've got a job to do."

Finn's smile faded, and he locked eyes with Hiro once more. "Well, now that you are here," Hiro's voice dropped to a low, threatening tone, "what can you do?"

"I can do this," Finn replied, quick as lightning, drawing his sidearm pistol.

But Hiro was equally fast, he effortlessly drew out one of his plasma blasters and fired a precise shot at the pistol in Finn's hands.

The plasma blast melted the weapon, leaving Finn holding the charred remains for a moment

Instinctively, he dropped the ruined pistol to the ground.

In response, the rest of the Arcadian soldiers advanced a step forward, their weapons still at the ready, their faces tense.