Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150307231018/@comment-1524575-20150403223137

Avgust gritted his teeth, whipping around to face the legion of Pikes darting in the direction of the Guardian Fireteam; sheathing his scout rifle--before catching his Thunderlord as it magically appeared in the air in front of him with the aid of the transmat network. Switching the safety off the machine gun, the barrel of the weapon flickered to electric life again; as the Vanguard dropped the empty drum from the weapon--slamming another generated drum into the weapon as he pulled back on the charging handle with brute force. A satisfying click was heard, as the Vanguard then aimed the weapon down the range towards the Pikes; before commanding over the comm: "Damn the strategy! Arxus, Breonn! Focus on the Pikes, destroy as many as possible--but also try to leave a few intact for yourselves! Orkrim, provide that cover fire and keep an eye if the Cabal close in too close."

Avgust's Ghost whispered in his ear, keeping itself tightly within the bond shared between the Titan and it: "There are too many! And if there are Cabal, they'll crush us and the House of Flames in a matter of seconds; it won't even be a fight!" Avgust switched off his comm, and replied to the Ghost--assured that no one else would hear him whisper back over the ensuing firefight: "That is why I am trying to secure us a ride fashioned from these Pikes and get us out of here. Should the House of Flames fall, let them--they are none of my concern!"

Avgust fired his Thunderlord towards the hive of Pikes heading down the hill towards the Guardians' position, tearing through a matter of the vehicles. Breaking open on of the fuel tanks of a Pike, Avgust smiled--knowing how much destruction can be caused by this vehicles life-sustaining fuel. Tearing one of the grenades secured from his chestplate; Avgust flicked out the spoon of the grenade as he then hurled the grenade as he would a shot-put, hitting the pool of fuel as the grenade exploded with a massive: kaboom! The fuel combusted, as the massive fireball caused by the deadly combination irradiated at least a dozen more Pikes. But the Vanguard couldn't react fast enough, as he met a Pikes' cannon; whose enraged driver fired consistently into the belly of the Titan--as Avgusts' air was knocked out of him. Rolling painfully behind cover, the Guardian would bite his tongue as he felt the burn from the arc projectiles eat through his kevlar--eating away at his skin, blood entering the mixture of burning and cracked armor.

Avgust knew his Ghost would immediately concoct the antidote to this injury, as he soon felt alleviation from his pain; but the armor couldn't be repaired until necessary materials were gathered to do so. Avgust reactivated his comm; before demanding with pained expression: "I'm hit! Please, someone--anyone: swat this Pike off my back!"