Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150721115811/@comment-26388714-20150731010902

(Surprise! Original attack incoming!)

The flames crept over the rotting flesh of Kharot. The odor that poured from the flesh was somewhere between bacon, vomit, and feces. The smell, however, acted like incense to the Hive in the room. They felt stronger, braver, and began banding together and sprinted at the Guardians in cover.

In the Vestige, the rage of Kharot reached a boiling point. He bellowed, and rushed out of the Vestige. He swiped at the Guardian's cover as he sprinted, nearly trampling Arxus. Several previously viable cover points had been reduced to rubble. His anger somewhat sated, he returned to the Vestige.