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Arxus slapped his hand over Varrus's own extended one, and used the giant as leverage to force himself to his feet. The armor in his shoulder was fractured, having taken a direct bullet. He managed to laugh at the mention of them being squishy, since he usually called Warlocks the same. He appreciated the gesture of aid, feeling his pain ease as Grim injected a morphine shot directly into his systems. "Says the squishy giant." He mocked him but in a jesting manner. It was true that everyone bleeds, but that included the enemies of the Light as well. He righted his figure with help from Varrus, and pulled out his Dry Rot shotgun to further cull the hordes and finally get things into working order.

"But... thanks." He shook his fellow Titan's hand and released it, before aiming his shotgun off into the darkness. Hearing Baryos over the line, Arxus responded. "Depends on your definition of 'holding up.' Cultists nearly blew up the engines but we got them all. Speaking of which... where the hell are you?"