John bit back a curse as he struggled to form a secondary barrier. His L5 implant burned in the back of his head. He pushed away all the warnings on his display and tuned out Lambda's words of caution. If they didn't kill this monster now, they were probably all dead anyway. The agony in his skull forced him to his knees as he turned his right arm to the Worm.<br/><br/>Instantly, a gold-flecked biotic dome materialized around the abomination as he reversed the technique used to form the barrier around his allies. It wasn't the strongest barrier he could manage, not while he had to hold up another, but it was all he could do. The beast raged and struck at the barrier wall, sending sympathetic pulses of pain through John's arm and head. The Worm That Walks hit like a dreadnought's spinal cannon. Its roar was the death cry of a great cyclopean beast of myth. The Solar wasn't sure how much longer he could do this. He'd hate to spend his last moments as a vegetable in the depths of a Collector vessel.<br/><br/>They would have only one shot at this. It seemed as if the Collectors sensed this, too. All around, great clouds of Seeker insects gathered, their buzzing a hellish, irritating drone in John's audio feed, like your average dubstep "musician". John gritted his teeth and, with one final surge of willpower, repaired the barrier around Harbinger, even as the alien bees drew in closer. He had no intention of becoming the new Nicolas Cage tonight. Closing his fist, John wrapped the barrier tightly around the Worm's form, binding it and immobilizing it, at least for a few more precious seconds.<br/><br/>'Kill it! Kill the bastard now!'