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As Akreon emerged free from the detainment field he instinctively raised his slap rifle in defence as a Minotaur charged towards him, bringing its heavy arm down on its victim as it let out a terrifying roar. The strike struck the rifle causing it to spark and malfunction, several hairline cracks emerged on the weapons side as proof of the damage done. Akreon muttered yet another curse as he rolled to the side to avoid the next strike the machine had to offer. In doing so he avoided a melee strike that would have caved his skull in. But, he also came within the midst of the hobgoblins line of fire.

Having emerged from the roll very poorly he was in no position to quickly avoid the volley of their fire, and was forced to endure it. Although, most of the beams missed their target-seeing as it was still faliling and struggling to avoid the fire-one lucky round struck Akreon in his left shoulder vaporizing much of the vex metal that encompassed it. Even though the metal was alien to his body, it was still apart of him and he felt every bit of the intense and acute pain. The scholar quickly blinked away into the safety of cover to gain a bearing on the situation at hand.

Outgunned, outnumbered, and with ever dwindling chances of survival Akreon decided to take one last gamble at escape. He knew a sanctuary was just over that ridge the vex had positioned themselves on, and he intended to reach it.

Yet, amidst all his thoughts of survival and salvation a mysterious voice kept clawing at the back of his mind, it spoke to him: "Just surrender your self to me, and your suffering will cease for good..."