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"Boss!" Arxus yelled, and he stumbled under the severe pain of his broken bones. The Archon wasn't something to trifle with, but it had to be done. The Titan looked about frantically amongst the rubble of the arena, and there he spotted his weapon. The Gjallarhorn had been discarded by Rhall after he directed his anger towards Avgust. Arxus scrambled across the battlefield to retrieve his most valuable asset.

He nearly tripped over himself but at last, he was reunited with his rocket launcher. It had a few cracks in it, but it was nothing that the gunsmith couldn't fix. Arxus concentrated as hard as he could, ignoring the pain so he could focus. There was but one rocket left in the chamber. Time to make it count.

"Ghost... administer painkillers."

"But your situation will only get wor-" His Ghost began, but was quickly interrupted.

"I know that! Either we kill them or everyone dies because we failed here." Arxus took aim with his Gjallarhorn. It seemed to represent more than just a weapon; even with its cracked frame, it would still fire true. Alike the broken body of Arxus, he would still fight. Even if the body should fail, the soul will burn on. Arxus took one last sigh, and hammered back the trigger on his Gjallarhorn. He sent his final rocket flying into the air, set on a direct course with Rhall's head.