Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150521200045/@comment-1524575-20150607195438

Avgust coughed, being lifted off the ground as his weapon was tossed away woth a simple swipe of Rhall's arms. He couldn't breath, and the damn Archon had him in its grasp. His face purpled as his heart-beat ramped up to the beat of an assault rifle firing, as he tried desperately to break free from Rhall's grasp. He thought of over everything he would lose: his team, his honor as the Defender of the City, his title as a Lieutenant Vanguard... and her. One of his few trainees which had kept close to him, the one he relied on to fulfil the Vanguard's tasks, the one who had covered his back as much as he had covered hers. They had been the closest of friends, mentor and protege. A family.

Avgust watched helplessly as Rhall lifted his Shrapnel Launcher to his chestplate, and squeezed the trigger of the powerful weapon. Heated bolts of metal pierced his armor and his torso, burning like a bonfire as the Titan tried to scream—but made no sound, his lungs preoccupied trying to have him breath. But he couldn't, Avgust couldn't break free from the grasp, couldn't prevent Rhall from firing into his chest. He couldn't prevent the Archon from taking everything he had ever know. The City, his Fireteam, the Vanguard. And her.

No, Avgust thought, as he tightened his own grasp against Rhall's, ''you bastard. You will NOT take this from me. You will NOT kill me and leave the others for slaighter. You will NOT humiliate me. But how I will humiliate you, you damn insect. I will take whatever plunder you ever wanted, I will take EVERYTHING from you.''

Avgust thrusted his fist into the wrist of Rhall, the beat becoming continuously more damaging, and continuously more shocking. Shocking. Avgust smiled, before allowing out an impossible: "Y-you blind bastard..."

Slamming his fist into Rhall one more time, the Archon would have his left arm left to tremble and spasm painfully as a powerful jolt of arc energy ran through his arm to his chest, as his own breathing would become difficult for the slightest of moments, arc energy racing through his chest as to make it seize up entirely. Avgust dropped to the ground, hitting it with a loud thud as he attempted to get up. But his wounds were too serious for the time, and without a single breath in his lungs he couldn't handle to stand without given proper time. In his fit, Rhall kicked the Vanguard—slamming the Titan into a wall as he slid down, slumped over. When the Archon tried to move its arm, it would find it near impossible.

But Avgust found it even more difficult to move with little time to recover, his body sore.