Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150521200045/@comment-25932172-20150606183538

( Let's be realistic here. The Proto Exos and the Guardians would be on equal terms. Except the Proto Exos assumedly aren't Guardians, but still. They've already been reprogrammed to kill, and they are basically robots. Killer robots with feelings. Mayhaps not because they're prototypes, but still dangerous. What Vessel is saying is that he doesn't want us just plowing through the Exos like they're a common Dreg. This is what the Storm has been after all this time, and they are coming to kill us in full force. )

Arxus waved in return to Scythe's thanks. The Minotaur had been utterly destroyed by his direct Fist of Havoc, leaving nothing but particles of light. The Titan eased back, but weaved out of reflex. Arc fire erupted across the air; their source being the Prototype Exos. It was they that were the target of the Storms fascination. Golden Age technology breathed new life, repurposed into a fighting army. If they weren't stopped here, the Storm might just march their new Exo soldiers on the last city. Arxus fired a few shots from his scout rifle, but they pinged off the dense Exo armor. They just kept walking. And then running.

Their attention was eventually caught by another; the recently returned Sauron. Arxus eased a relieved breath from his lips, but his danger sense warned him. Something like a cold chill down his spine. Arxus leaned to the side, narrowly avoiding a Shock Dagger. The Exo somehow managed to disarm Arxus, slapping his scout rifle out of his hands. The Titan jumped forward to get away, but the scene was too chaotic to locate his weapon. He could have just taken out another, but he didn't. The Proto Exo decloaked, circling Arxus and deftly flipping about the Shock Dagger.

"This is what I live for." Arxus spoke, cracking his knuckles. Arclight sparked between the gaps of his fingers.

( Badass 1 v. 1, incoming. )