Meanwhile, downstairs, Cirok is on a rampage. He's on a wrecking spree, and telling him to stop just won't go well, it seems- fist meet's chest, chest explodes. Grunt charges- chest explodes from Shotgun fire. Third figure appears- and he opens his mouth, and an blast of cosmic energy that gleams green explodes forwards like Godzilla is suddenly a Krogan; the emerald lance striking home and rendering a mortal a mere pile of Ashes.<br/><br/>All in All, it's a good day to be alive, Cirok thinks- and then the Phantom's blade slashes in to his back, finding an opening through his armor- and his eyes go wide. He drops the shotgun and sways. It just became a great day, he thinks- as the blade lashes back out- and he spins to face his foe, parrying the follow up strike with an armor-plated hand- his other fist flies, and meets the blade which tries to parry it.<br/><br/>It really does try. So hard. Shame that it isn't up to the task, as his fist crashes through it, in to the face of the Phantom- and crushes that to. He chuckles as the enemy staggers back- and brings his head to bear to finish the job- the sickening crunch of a Skull Music to his ears... and then they interrupt him. "Malfeas's Arse you lot are persistent, aintcha..?" As he slowly turns to face the squad of Grunts firing full auto spray for him. He sighs- as bullets ping away from around him, and he clenches a fist- then laughs. He grabs his Gun from the floor- and charges them head on; they panic and break, ceasing fire to run- and he begins to obliterate them in a flurry of sand, energy, and gunfire; indeed, it all seems to dissapear in to a cloud of sand, from which only the occasional flash of green light is visible, and the only sound is his mad laughter.