Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-24510587-20151030164455/@comment-5650583-20151121144149

Dasleo wrote: Arxus's reality began to shift back to that of Enxor's abyss; the deep dark where Argus had once treaded, before being take into nightmares of their own doing. Arxus looked around at his team; everyone seemed to be trapped in some sort of stasis, covered in lime-green crystals that trapped them in their most horrid memories. Some sort of hallucinugenic drug produced by the Hive, he had figured. Though he could have broken them all out of their nightmares, Arxus found himself quickly preoccupied with other matters. With the towering figure of Enxor looming beyond, Hive began to swarm the battlefield. They ignored those Guardians still trapped in the nightmare, and scrambled after Arxus; thrust forth was a legion of unending Thrall.

"Out of one nightmare and into another." Arxus muttered, raising his rifle. He began picking off the thralls one by one, quickly moving his figure away from the action. Enxor seemed despondent, as if focused on controlling the very real dreams that the other Guardians felt. In his scramble away, Arxus used Scythe's immobile body as a bounding post; he mumbled a very subtle "sorry" as he kicked off the Hunter's face and lifted off into the air. He landed up on a solid ring that surrounded the deep darkness. Similar crystals seemed to line the walls everywhere. "Time to wake up." (Oh, and ouch)