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Avgust watched as Varrus formed a large shield, listening carefully to the command that the Titan gave him as he aimed his 'Thing Which I Hold' before firing off a few rounds into the remaining cultists as they tried to deal with Varrus. Clearing the area, Avgust radioed silently over the COMs: "Target eliminated, however we are still getting scans of a few remaining cultists—"

Avgust dodged as rifle fire cut through the cover he was behind, as two rounds sailed into the scarred tissue of his stomach. The lieutenant grunted, rolling behind his cover from a different angle. There were cultists set up elsewhere, and they had the perfect position to open fire on the rest of his team. Avgust should have expected to have been flanked by the enemy. He breathed in, trying to regain the breath he lost from taking a shot to the stomach. "Varrus, Arxus! Get to cover!" Avgust commanded sternly, as he reloaded his scout rifle.

The pain in his stomach was swelling now, as it had taken enough damage on Europa and was still in the process of healing. But with the wound reopened, Avgust needed to be careful not to stretch the limits he could operate within. "Get an angle on these «cyka», before they find you!" Avgust said again, holding his stomach.

Sara looked as Jackie handed her a Shrapnel Launcher, and as her comrade gave her some advice and motivation. However, the young Titan was still unsure whether or not she should get involved with the fight. She feared the dark being would be on the ship, and that he would find her again, and that made her worried.

She closed her eyes, before slowly rising to her feet as she tested the weight of the Shrapnel Launcher. Sara didn't want to get up and have to face the cultists again. She was scared of failing, or proving to everyone that she had already failed them. But at the same time, she wanted to live. She wanted to have a reason to prove herself and live.

Sara thought she might as well take the chance she had to prove herself. Slowly, her Ghost transmatted the armour she had around her body as she adjusted herself in the armour once more. She pulled herself together slowly, drawing in a deep breath before letting it go. She took her first few steps out of the medical bay. She passed several dead bodies of cultists and Fallen, the blood mixing with the ether. She looked ahead, trying her best to ignore the chaos, doing what her mentor had taught her a long time ago.

"Don't focus on the statistics," Sara muttered to herself, "only focus on the details and the main matter."