Unless those arrows were made of ballistics grade metal and shot out of an M107 I doubt it could hit me, or even travel the distance before you were cut down.
If we're going to start involving superpowers in this, I'm an unemployed social phobic with delusions of grandeur, which basically means I spend eighteen hours a day avoiding people for the sole purpose of distracting myself with imaginary worlds that pander in billions of different ways to my need to be almighty and special. I can 'god mod' until the entropic heat death of the universe claims us all, incidentally a problem I've also thought about as something I should probably be able to solve. :p
Instead, I'm going to let Rockhead deal with it.
*hands crowbar to Rockhead*
Do me proud, Rockhead. Do me proud.