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The fortress shook and the ground trembled. An Ogre had arrived to make short work of the two Guardians infront of the debris wall. Its form was large, skin rotted like a fetid hulk of flesh and disease, sewn together by dark magic to create a horrid abomination with only one thing on its mind; feasting on Light. The cantankerous killer belched an unearthly roar as it approached the pile of debris, where Scythe and Arxus stood. The Titan quickly moved out of the way before he was seen, rolling behind a support strut. The Ogre immediately started pounding on the debris, desperate and hungry for the Light of Fireteam Argus. The earth shuddered and screams echoed through the dark sanctuary. Decayed claws, littered with disgusting and pulsating tumors, ripped and tore through scattered bones and broken stone.

Arxus stuck to the shadows and watched as the Ogre did this. Judging from the intel of Scythe's Ghost, the Ogre had arrived with the intention of reinforcing the attacking Hive. So naturally, Arxus hid himself, as likely too did Scythe. With no clear targets, the Ogre attempted to clear the debris; something that would benefit the Guardians. Even on the other side of the wall, Arxus could hear the muffled ramblings of a Warlock lost to the eternal darkness. Insanity had consumed the mind of the Darkbringer. As the Dark One had once prodded Arxus's mind, he was eager to prod back; preferably with bullets.