"WHATCHOOGONNADOBRRRRRROTHEEER!"<br/><br/>Esone looked up in time to see a bolt from the blue punch through the high steel ceiling, the screaming comet plowing into Del Pilar. Through the haze of dust and concussive impact, he could make out Del Pilar's golden silhouette gripping the fists of a hulking figure garbed in a mask and BDU pants. Cracks were spreading along the floor - if Abyssalmania lasted too long, this level was going to enter a civil union with the floor below.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">This</span> guy again?</span>Sabaton asked incredulously.<span style="color: #000000">What kind of a name is 'Mask of Winters' anyway?</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Well, at least we can make jokes like 'Winter is coming' whenever he arrives</span>Esone replied dryly. He got the sense that Sabaton was facepalming, and giggled. Annoying his Coadjutor may have been distracting, but it was fun.<br/><br/>Speaking of palms in faces... A heavy Soulsteel expanse filled Esone's vision, misted plates slamming into Rare Earth's visor and throwing the suit off the edge of the railing. For a heart-stopping moment they fell prey to the cruel whims of gravity, until Esone's legs dissolved into a bloody hurricane. He hovered then, a Primordial parody of a genie, and glowered at his assailant.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">Ok, I'm really getting sick of this Abyssal.</span><br/><br/>Black Hole Sun stood at the railing, glaring up at the lieutenant and massaging his fist. The foes shot each other one-fingered salutes before Esone rocketed towards the faceless one. Sun spun his alien grenade launcher off of his back, swinging it around towards the incoming Scourge.<br/><br/>"Not this time, ugly!" Esone cackled, suddenly reversing and diving to the left. In his pace materialized one of the Alaskan Bull Maws, it's time spent recuperating leaving only superficial damage from the fight on Earth.<br/><br/>"I named this one Skippy," Esone drawled as the worm's segmented mouth gnashed hungrily. Sun struggled to keep out of the fanged pit, but he was no Sigurd. "After that whole debacle on Earth, he was<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>set on eating the cutter responsible for the death of his sister. You'll do for that wish."<br/><br/>Sun howled something unintelligible, Skippy keeping him well occupied. One enemy detained, possibly eaten soon. Hopefully Skippy would peel that armor off, or the poor baby would have indigestion in the form of Soulsteel punches to the gut. Esone should have realized that it all seemed a little too easy, because moments later something smashed into him from above. The ground rushed to catch him, ending the fall with a crater and a cement-laden kiss.<br/><br/>"I wonder how hard this carapace of yours is?" Sneered a cold voice above him. Esone could feel a sharp heel digging into Rare Earth's lower back, and another on the back of his head. What lunatic wears high heels into combat?<br/><br/>"I suppose we'll jut have to find out..." The voice sighed wistfully. A Soulsteel daiklave buried itself ominously beside Esone's ear, then was slowly dragged back out.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">Maiden of the Mirthless Smile?</span><br/><br/>"I guess your masters decided that putting you and Del Pilar together would be a conflict of interests?" Esone asked probingly, slowly shifting his arms in preparation for rapid movement.<br/><br/>"Mmmmmh... I'm looking forward to having him once I'm done with you." The Maiden crooned, pressing down harder on his head. Vertigo let out a pitiful whine, its surface spiking in pain.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">-Make her stop stepping on me! I don't like it when the pretty ladies do that to the Krogans in the videos, much less here!-</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">What have you been letting this kid watch on the Extranet?</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Nothing involving Krogans, to the extent of my knowledge. Asari and Hanar, possibly. On accident.</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">You are a terrible parent.</span><br/><br/>The whistle of a blade overhead broke up the family meeting, Esone jerking away in a swirl of shadows. He left an illusory corpse behind, but the Maiden ignored it and advanced slowly on him.<br/><br/>"Sun, kill that damn phallic symbol. Mask wants this wrapped up quickly. The real show starts on Tuchanka."