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"Damn it, damn it!" Arxus shouted as he ran for the debris wall which seperated Scythe and him from the rest of Argus. Tearing Dry Rot 32 off his back, he swung the weapon outward like a club and bashed an Acolyte's face in. He tossed it into the air, catching and holding it properly, before blasting away a couple of Thralls with a hail of buckshot. "It's our porch now; I guess we're going to have to evict them!" Arxus shouted back towards Scythe, over the sounds of gunshots. Thralls clawed their way through bone and stone and metal, hungry for the Light of Guardians. Arxus wasn't about to let that happen.