Clint gave a low appreciative whistle. He'd have to talk to Maria Hill about getting something like that. He could actually kind of see it, snapping open like some sort of deadly flower, a compound compound bow. Maybe with an energy shield if someone could look at him long enough to maybe start to like him again. So maybe not an energy shield. His nose wrinkled. I mean maybe some genius could like Varric though here he guessed.
"I'm more an overwatch guy usually. I've had the training and I was sword based for a while." Clint wasn't terrible at hand to hand, though he prefered weapons, even improvised. By human standards he was more than competent, but in this line of work, a certain class of threats needed competent and built like an Asgardian tank to stand a chance in hand to hand. "With these guys, it's probably more keep away."
As they walked past the windows in the front of the spa, around the building, Clint turned his step backwards, presumably watching the road they came from in lieu of the way they were going, which rightly, Varric was facing. But it was as much to keep an eye on the other man, at least until the back door came into view and was more interesting.
"But maybe Bianca takes point?" He hoped he got that name right.