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"Your cleaver isn't welcome in my face, but you don't see me complaining." Arxus commented, narrowly avoiding the Zealot's bone cleaver before filling his face with a load of piping hot buckshot. The tight shot package blew a hole through his cranium and dropped him faster than a rock at terminal velocity. Arxus heaved a sigh of relief, swinging Dry Rot 32 over his left shoulder. He casually entered further within the Hive fortress, which seemed surprisingly devoid of enemies. With his free hand, he tapped the side of his helmet to establish a communication line.

"This is Arxus. I've breached the fortress but I'm alone. Anyone else out there? If so, respond quick. All these glyphs are making me way too uncomfortable."