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Almost not even wanting to get back up, Arxus sluggishly rose to his feet. Since his left shoulder was busted, he mostly relied on his right shoulder, pressing the stock of his scout rifle there to dampen recoil. As Thralls flooded in to lead the pack, Arxus started to pick them off one by one. But there was so many. It was as if in Enxor's final death throes, he alerted every single damn Hive on Ceres.

"Don't those Ketches have tractor beams?" Arxus remarked, as he threw himself at a Knight. His fist sparked with electricity, cracking through the dense chitinous armor. A few rifle shots into the sensitive flesh beneath and Arxus claimed a new weapon.

Wielding the Knight's Boomer, shots screamed through the air, launching concussive arc bolts that tore holes into the lesser Hive peons.