Ah, there it is-- the Fist of Havoc, every Titan's shining moment. An attack so furious and devastating that it can often change the momentum of a battle, powerful enough to scatter an overwhelming offensive force and put them into retreat. And that is exactly what Aegis-37 does here, sending the Acolytes fleeing, leaving their breeder vulnerable even as she attacks the other exo.
That simply won't do. Argos breaks from behind cover, letting another stream of solar energy from his Pocket Infinity rend her protective shielding apart. Then he holsters the gun, lowers his head, and continues to barrel forward until he's built up enough momentum to unleash a shoulder charge on the creature. The thing about Wizards, see, is that they're glass cannons--tons of offensive power behind those blasts of Darkness, but rather fragile without their shields to bolster them. When the full weight of the Titan crashes into her, the Wizard has only a moment to scream before she seems to literally fold from the sheer brunt of the attack. Tackled to the ground and severely injured, it's an easy feat for Argos to overpower her weak struggles and finish the dark creature off with a storm fist. His fist connects with his target's face, denting in the skull and channeling a torrent of crackling arc energy down the body. One final scream, and then all that remains of the breeder is a pile of ash and dust.
Argos breathes out, shaking his fist out and straightening. He turns to look over his shoulder at Aegis-37, the grin finding its way back onto his features. "We make a good team, I think."
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That simply won't do. Argos breaks from behind cover, letting another stream of solar energy from his Pocket Infinity rend her protective shielding apart. Then he holsters the gun, lowers his head, and continues to barrel forward until he's built up enough momentum to unleash a shoulder charge on the creature. The thing about Wizards, see, is that they're glass cannons--tons of offensive power behind those blasts of Darkness, but rather fragile without their shields to bolster them. When the full weight of the Titan crashes into her, the Wizard has only a moment to scream before she seems to literally fold from the sheer brunt of the attack. Tackled to the ground and severely injured, it's an easy feat for Argos to overpower her weak struggles and finish the dark creature off with a storm fist. His fist connects with his target's face, denting in the skull and channeling a torrent of crackling arc energy down the body. One final scream, and then all that remains of the breeder is a pile of ash and dust.
Argos breathes out, shaking his fist out and straightening. He turns to look over his shoulder at Aegis-37, the grin finding its way back onto his features. "We make a good team, I think."