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Akreon kept moving, weaving in and out of the ruined vex structures that offered him the protection he so desperately needed. He had just narrowly missed being vaporized by a massive volley of Vex fire, and had made up his mind to walk around his foe. Yet, even though he was sure they were oblivious to his current position he remained vigilant. In no way was he out of the woods yet, and one false move could result in a sudden and painful death.

He had no weapon, his wounds were starting to weigh down on him, and there was seemingly no chance of rescue; the only thing he had was the slim chance that he could make it towards the sanctuary. To think it was just over the ridge the Vex had been so kind to position themselves on.

Akreon peeked out from were he was hiding, and it became clear the hobgoblins had moved off of their vantage point. No doubt to search for him. Perhaps this was the chance he needed? Akreon decided to take it.

He dashed across the open ground, and up the slope till eventually the ridgeline was beneath him. Yet, something was off; it couldn't be this easy, could it? Akreon looked over his shoulder as he was running and was shocked to the charge-and discharge-of line rifles. He had fallen into a trap yet again.