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Zealots crowded the room, swarming in pairs. Their ranks were bolstered by Thralls and Acolytes. Death was a thick stench in the air, and ash covered the ground. The battle had dragged on for an unknown amount of time, with no end in sight. Endless hordes of the Hive raced towards Argus, like vicious waves of tyrants and monsters battering against the walls of Light. In the center stood the fireteam, Argus ever vigilant. Arxus clenched his Zealot Cleaver, glowing pure with the hateful darkness of Hive rituals. A plan was soon to be hatched, for with the Hive, it was a race of survival. Like Crota fell before, so too would Enxor. For in the face of justice, no God was too immortal.

"Grab their cleavers!" Arxus shouted, as he slashed his way through the lesser minions of the Hive. The Zealot Cleavers seemed to have a distinct trait of being able to unleash explosive shockwaves when slammed to the ground. The Titan could feel it in his hand; his own Light battled the intense Darkness exuding from the sword. He figured that maybe, if brought near Enxor's dark aura, the two over-powering sources of Darkness might cancel each other out and thus, make the Bone Wraith vunerable to direct attacks. However, Arxus had an inkling that such a feat would be impossible without the full support of the fireteam, all committed to a similar act.