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"...arrus...Varrus! Come on, get up you sack of meat! This REALLY isn't the best place to die!"

With a sputtering cough, the giant balled his right hand into a fist and slammed it into the ground, lifting his head up. A ways in front of him, Enxor, the hive god of death strode raggedly forward, slowed and harried by the firepower of his fellow guardians. Around him, his ghost buzzed franticly, flashing worried glances and scans at every inch of him.

"Not...dead...yet."

"Well you picked a hell of a time to take a nap! That, and your gear says otherwise."

As Varrus slowly got to his feet, he noticed what Vigil was talking about. Every servo in his armour creaked and groaned. A few locked up entirely and snapped as the titan applied his strength to them. The insular lining of his armour fell off in chunks, and the plate itself was rusted and ruined. Varrus looked out of his blood stained and non-functional helm for a moment before ripping it off and casting the glorified hunk of rusted relic iron aside aside.

The weary and wounded titan looked up at the hive god striding towards him and his friends. He did not feel well. Enxor had done something to him that ruined his armour and nearly killed him, but the fight was not yet over. The giant spoke as he readied his weapon.

"Enough is enough. The night may be long, black, and hopeless. But no matter what, dawn always breaks."

Hefting Jolder's Hammer, the giant poured slow, steady fire into the hive monstrosity's face.