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(Change of plans. I'll be around like normal. Oh, and the knight below is a normal one, not a bone zealot.)

As hive poured onto the bridge fo the direlect ketch, they were ment with a hail of concentrated fire from the guardians. The thralls and acolytes fell without much trouble, until a large swarm of the chittering nightmares backed by a cleaver weilding knight and a solar shielded wizard pushed into the room and among the guardians.

Varrus, upon seeing that the hive had pushed past the doorway, finished reloading the summoner, clipped it to the maglocks on his back, narrowed his eyes, and cracked the knuckles of his empty fists as the knight roared a challenge. The two giants slowly closed the distance between eachother, those thralls and alcolytes not occupied with the others backed away, reconising the challenge thier champion had issued. The two picked up thier pace until they ment, the knight bringing its jagged sword back and down, in an attempt to cleave its counterpart's head in twain. Varrus waited until the last possible second, gaging the speed and force of the blade. And when it seemed as though he would surely take the blow, he brought his fists together in front of him, sandwiching the cleaver between them mere inches from his helm.

The two struggled there for a moment, the knight putting all its strength into slipping its weapon past its opponent's fists, and Varrus putting all of his into keeping the cleaver where it was. Then, when the hive abomination's unearthly might began to wane, the titan slowly slipped his left hand around the back of the cleaver, released his right, and pulled the weapon down and to his left. For a split second, the two warriors looked into eachothers faces. In the knight's three hellish green eyes, was the unmistakeably universal look of confusion, the beast had clearly not meant another who could match its strength. Behind Varrus's yellow faceplate, level with the knight due to his unusual size, was a small grin.

"My turn."

The titan drew back his free right fist, and slammed it into the knight's face, cracking the bony protrusion that served as its helm and sending half its rotting teeth to the floor. He then took his left hand, and brought it rightwards, slamming the flat of the knight's own blade, the handle still cluched in its ashen grasp, into its face again. With the abomination slightly staggered, the titan released his grip on its blade, and brought his left knee upwards into its chest, knocking it off its feet. Varrus wordlessly looked down at the prone and dazed knight, which roared in defiance as he drew the shotgun known as "invective" from his back and emptied its clip into the hive warrior. With the fourth round, the knight's body dissolved, leaving naught but a pile of ash with peices of its bony armour and cleaver half buried in it.

The titan turned around, reloading his shotgun while checking on the others, and searching the horde for the wizard.