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(Ok, easy switch. I figured there was multiple, dependent on which Hive swarm was where. My bad.)

Sauron, surprised at his Warlock comrade's sudden brutality, decided a new tactic was in order. The Hive continued to swarm, and even the combined might of several volleys of explosive rounds could not hold them. The Titan sighed in disappointment.

"Guess I have to go back to the stinkin' power armor for this one."

After a minute or two of frantic battlefield switching, the Titan had returned to his standard Commando Custom gear, accompanied by the Glasshouse and an odd weapon, a nozzle with a long hose attached, leading to a backpack tank. Sauron shrugged the fuel tank onto his back, polarized his visor, and checked his armor's heat shield. The Titan then raised a Ward of Dawn around his comrades, so that he had room to speak.

"I figured we needed a damage boost, so I put a little Blessing on our weapons. Anyway, I decided that since I can't use Solar Light like you all, it'll be easier to just have a nice little barbecue."

With that, Sauron flipped a switch on his strange gun, stepping out of the Ward. A quiet -clik- was barely heard over the Hive's screams. This was followed by a low fwoosh.

And then the cave around Sauron burned as the Titan walked forward, laughing manically while he sang along to the music blaring over Ex's speakers.

"Burn, baby, burn! Burn, baby burn!"

(I have no explanation for this one. It's just a power-armored, Light-wielding, pyromanic Titan that also happens to be a mentally fluid ancient war robot with a strict set of medical and Hippocratic protocols. I think I have an addiction to awesome. Please help.)