The Collector troops were dead. No more came out from the woodwork. Had they finally exterminated the insectoid warriors? It mattered not. John shook the gore off his battered arms and withdrew an arm from the chest cavity of the last dead Collector.<br/><br/>John called out to Harbinger, striking a martial pose as he evened out the divine Essence left in his body. He steadied his breathing and gathered both biotic and Exalted energies in his fists, wreathing them with an unearthly purple-gold glow. Harbinger struck down, ignoring the Solar, only for a biotic blast to turn the blade aside. He followed up with a flurry of strikes from afar, pummeling Harbinger with his biotics, using the Hammer on Iron Technique native to Solar Hero Style.<br/><br/>'ORAORAORAORAORAORA!' he roared, denting Harbinger's armor chitin and pushing it back. As John struck, sympathetic force recoiled back at him, tearing his gauntlets' knuckles apart as if he'd struck Harbinger himself. With one final burst of effort, he combined the Heaven Thunder Hammer charm with the Solar Hero technique, Grox-Stunning Blow.<br/><br/>'<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">ORA!</span></span></span>'<br/><br/>The strike hurled the monster across the ship's confines onto the miniature Reaper in the background. The Solar's gauntlets fell apart from the force, unable to take the stresses of Exalted combat. For a brief moment, the eyes of Harbinger's avatar went dark as it landed on the skeletal construct. John pulled the Lieutenant up and unholstered his shotgun, flames of brilliant white Essence dancing along its barrel as lightning arced along his fingertips. An Essence-imbued gold filigree pattern danced along the weapon's length, a symbol of its infusion with a spark from a champion of the Unconquered Sun. John centered his crosshairs on a tiny chink in Harbinger's armor, likely caused by Esone's attack. He paused for a moment, meditating for a crucial few seconds as he called upon a new charm dredged from the memories of his Exaltation: the Blessing of Righteous Solar Spark Meditation.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Blessed be this bringer of divine fire.<br/>Righteous be the Devil that wields it.<br/>In the name of Sol Invictus, I cast away the darkness.<br/>In the name of humanity, I stab at thee, Harbinger.</span><br/><br/>He uttered a word of power, infusing the barrel of the shotgun with a bright golden glow. 'No more spare bodies, Harbinger,' John growled. 'End of line. Lieutenant, whatever the hell you used on the Collector cruiser, now would be a good time to call it back. Lambda, if you're still active, exload my targeting data to Shepard and Forty-two.'<br/><br/>John uttered a single word of power and pulled the trigger.