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"I don't need your philosophies, Warlock. I need targets and a gun to shoot at them with." Arxus waved his hand dismissively towards Baryos. As he felt the Light press onward into his mind, he could very well feel a pressure being lifted from his memories. The presence of the Darkbringer lessened, but he was still very well there. He was powerful and would not let go so easily. The Titan sighed and could feel him regaining his strength. The first thing he did was stretch his limbs, arms and legs both. He felt sore as hell, and wanted to return that pain inflicted on him back onto the Dark One.

He stood up straight again, after limbering up. His gaze locked with Baryos again. "I guess that makes me special. Surviving the probing rituals of a traitor. I guess I'll just have to go probe him back with bullets." His single good eye overlooked the people present in the medbay, watching Sauron walk out, and eventually turning his gaze towards Sara. "I... thank you, Baryos." He patted the man over the shoulder, before walking towards the center of the room.

"We're down four now. We can't waste any more time."