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"Where are these baffoons?" Erasmus commented, as it seemed like he was holding off the entire Cabal army by himself now. He was forced to retreat several times now, because his cover was destroyed by approaching Goliath tanks. His shields keep up thanks to his weapon, sapping away at the health of his foes. Countless corpses of Psions, Legionaries and Phalanxes littered the slope, slain by the questionably insane Warlock. He showed no mercy in his executions, riddling the enemy with bullets until they were killed. This reckless choice of engagement eventually left Erasmus with no ammo left. Goliath tank engines whirred in the distance, with the eternal march of the Cabal legions approaching ever closer. Erasmus crawled up against a metal barrier and emitted a sigh.

"Infernal creatures. Pitiful mindless warmongerers." He cursed to himself. "Useless warmind!"

A Centurion suddenly breached the small shelther that hid the bunker. Erasmus remained hidden away and waited for an opportune moment to attack. After the Centurion turned his back, Erasmus leapt onto the creature's back. He tilted his head at an odd degree, almost as if he was possessed. Beneath his helmet, he wore a maniacal grin. The Centurion shouted and flailed as Erasmus took his Red Death and rammed the bayonet through the Cabal soldier's helmet, splitting it open and splitting open the Centurion's scalp. Trepanning, as it was called. Erasmus kicked off the Centurion's back and sent it tumbling into a wall.