Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150521200045/@comment-25932172-20150607205749

( I figured that Rhall still had the Gjallarhorn, so Arxus just found a rocket launcher. It works either way, though. Whether Rhall dropped the G-Horn or not, he got shot in the face. Time to finish this. )

Arxus sighed, tossing aside the empty rocket launcher. He was bleeding badly still, he could feel it. Pain surged through his every pore, but he didn't stop yet. The fight wasn't finished. The Titan struggled back to his feet, and limped towards the weakened Archon, who now loomed over Avgust's battered body. From the arsenal upon his back, Arxus retrieved his Comedian; perhaps he hoped for one time, he would have this last laugh.

Blood trickled down his face, flowing over the dead nerves of his blind eye. The pain did one thing right; it made him feel alive. One thought raced through his mind now. He had to end this. His Ghost constantly warned him, but he had ignored the machine's calls. Now was a time as anytime; a time for justice to be enacted.

With what small strength Arxus possessed, he lifted himself up onto Rhall's shoulders, and pointed his shotgun against the Archon's head. "Rhall, champion of the darkness. You are nothing but an insect under my heel. And so, I stamp you out." He didn't give the Archon time to react, as he unloaded 5 to 6 shotgun bursts into the back of Rhall's head, at point-blank range.