Oh, okay. They're chasing the kid. And as he's gotten used to in the past few months, with his hands still raised he puts himself between him and the kid, his back to it. Which... you know, he's choosing to believe the kid's just a little herder and not a secret menace to society.

"We ain't hurt nobody. We just showed up. My name is Yondu."

It occurs to him then that, right, magic's been a little wonky. Putting on his bracer might not do him no good. He doesn't know if the magic on his coat stuck either- maybe the dragon scales are solid enough without magic to make it a little more durable, but he can't rely on the usual armaments.

So his eyes stay keenly, keenly on the arrow. He can catch one arrow if he has to. More than one? Only catchin' those with his torso.