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Arxus followed upon Scythe's flank, with his shotgun at the ready to blast away any invaders; these were tight corridors, a favored range of Thralls and cleaver-wielding Knights. The element was within his advantage. He sighed through the ventilation of his helmet systems. "They already have our scent." He commented. "Crafty bastards just want to pick us to pieces."