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Unexpected was the sudden blow from the giant, and Arxus was punished for his lack of awareness. The fist of a proud champion hammered true into the center of his chestpiece, cracking wider the damage caused by past events. The force rippled through his body and he stumbled back, only for Varrus to follow with a forward roundhouse, armored foot connected with the flank of Arxus's helmet. He was thrown to the ground immediately, the shock ringing his ears and pain gripping his head and chest. He gasped in anguish, hands lowering and clasping his stomach.

"What the fuck, Varrus?" He commented, upon realizing that the giant was not himself. He quickly lashed out at the rest of the fireteam, getting in a few good hits on the unaware ones.

Grim soon appeared. "I preformed a scan of his brain activity. It appears that the Dark One has invaded his mind. He thinks that he's in a Crucible match..."

"Taking the strongest one and turning him against us... well played..." Arxus muttered, before standing himself up. His ears were still ringing so he had trouble with balance for a few seconds. "We need to knock some sense into him."

"Or..." Grim interjected, with his single eye looking down upon the crumpled-up body of the Darkbringer. "We could deal with the main threat right now."