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Though Argus hammered away at the Champion with all sorts of damaging attacks, it was able to heal itself yet again and it renewed the assault. It seemed to veil itself in darkness as it healed... that darkness was coming from somewhere. Arxus noticed how the shield that the Champion covered itself in seemed to filter down from above it. So naturally, the Titan looked up and hovering there was 16 wizards shrouded in darkness. They chanted in some unknown tongue, singing whispers on the death winds. Arxus tapped his comms. "He keeps getting up!" He shouted, but he continued soon after. "But I think I might know a way to keep him down."

As the Champion was kept distracted by Zand, Scythe, Orkrim and Chorrin, Arxus lifted himself up onto a balcony and pulled out his Gjallarhorn again. He loaded in an extra rocket, leading to the full magazine of two. The jet-black wizards found themselves closely packed, taking part in some sort of healing ritual to keep their Champion standing. 'Not for long.' Arxus thought to himself, and did as he did best; demolish. He aimed with his rocket launcher, the quick beeping triggering as targeting was being acquired. Seconds later, the targeting had completed and Arxus let loose his explosive payload.

A single rocket screamed through the air a short distance, and met its mark upon the back side of a wizard. The smell of searing flesh filled the room as the wizard was unable to withstand the force and burned into ashes; ashes which sprinkled out onto the battlefield. Wolfpack rounds circled around from the first blast and swarmed the other targets.