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By now, Arxus had been stabbed, thrown around, beaten, blugeoned, mind-hacked and slapped by a Knight. And here he was, with Argus, facing off against a Hive God. The fate of the City rested in their hands. With Gjallarhorn raised, all he needed was one perfect shot. Pain shot up and down his back and he swore he felt a trickle of warmth down his left temple. There was one thing to be said about the Light. It would always rise from the ashes and oppose Darkness. It was no different now, as Argus rose from the aftermath of Enxor's destructive shockwave and hurtled themselves into a final confrontation with the Bone Wraith.

"Sir, you're bleeding profusely. Should I adminster morphine?" Grim asked, speaking within his helmet.

"No. I need the pain to keep me awake." His Gjallarhorn started to beep as he locked on to Enxor's left knee. The first time he took a shot, nothing happened because of the dark aura. Now that it was gone, however... there was no telling what would happen this time. Arxus hammered back the trigger and fired a single rocket, straight for the Hive God's knee.