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Rhall strode toward Avgust. With each step, his thoughts focused. The lightning rounds in his chest stung, the arc blade slashes in his back ached, the jagged ends where his armour was punctured bit into his flesh. Elkris-6 had healed him, but his wounds still burned. This was good. The dark offered pain and he drank of it. And the pain honed his hate, and granted him strength.

The shadows clung to Rhall as he lunged foward, shrugging off a burst from Avgust's Thunderlord, he battered the weapon from the vanguard's grasp with his makeshift warhammer, before his upper left arm snached the titan by the throat. Lifting Avgust off the ground, and holding him at arm's length, he watched as the vanguard's hands leapt to his wrist. But, try as he might, even with the strength of a titan, and the field drivers of his armour, Avgust could not pry the archon's relic iron-like grip from his neck. The single red vex eye of Rhall's helm stared unendingly into Avgust's own as the archon slowly hefted his shrapnel launcher in his right hand, aiming the crackleing blade at the titan's damaged abdominal armour.