John somersaulted off a floating storage pod as Harbinger rocketed into it, the Soulsteel daiklaves punching all the way through to the other side. Landing on a support beam, the Solar pushed off, turning to present his feet towards the target. Mounting his shotgun between his legs, he fired "down" at the possessed Collector, aiming at the chinks the Infernal had made in the armor. Alliance zero-g instructors taught all recruits the basics of shootouts in these conditions: the enemy was "down", turn to present the smallest target. You were the reference point for direction, not the ground or the deck or the bulkheads. Ender Wiggin would be proud.<br/><br/>He ejected his shotgun's heatsink, orienting so Harbinger was now "up". Halfway through his approach, the Lawgiver crossed the distance like a golden comet, anima flared as the Collector brought up a daiklave to block.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Sledgehammer Fist Punch</span>. John's strike connected with the flat of the sword, the impact cracking the monomolecular blade as the Solar batted it aside.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dome Shattering Smite</span>. Blazing energies engulfed the Solar's fist, illuminating the chamber with the withering glow and heat of the summer's peak. The uppercut took Harbinger in the chin, throwing the Collector host further upwards as John pumped round after round into the creature with his pistol. Eighteen shots, eighteen hits. Blackened shrapnel flew from the Collector's exoskeleton and seemed to writhe with horrid unlife even as they disintegrated under the force of the explosive rounds. John holstered his empty pistol.<br/><br/>There were many things inside a Solar Exaltation. Prothean superscience, the chained might of a star, some magi-scientific babble here and there, but most importantly, memories. Memory was the key. The Solar Exaltation's memories were what made newborn Solars so deadly even in their youths. Drawing from the techniques of their second souls' past incarnations, nascent Solars learned the powers of Charms and Celestial Martial Arts. John's bore the knowledge of Solar Hero Style, that which was most iconic of the Lawgivers. Though it lacked finesse, it was a simple and brutally effective art anyone could learn with enough training. It was an art for brawlers, emphasizing unarmed combat and improvised weapons. After all, the Solars of the Prothean era had to rely on everything they had to fight the Reapers. The environment was as much a tool as it was a stage.<br/><br/>Hefting broken steel beam in one hand, John used his other to pull Harbinger back with his biotics. Just like playing baseball, he thought as he swung the beam, channeling his essence into a Heaven Thunder Hammer strike. Harbinger was sent flying, slamming into a far wall hard enough to leave a crater. Without hesitating, John called on another Solar Hero technique--Crashing Wave Throw. John first broke off the bladed forelimbs of a fallen Praetorian and used them to pin the Soulsteel monster's arms from afar. Then he broke a length of rebar from a shattered wall to pin its torso. His Essence drained, John reloaded his guns and trained them on the prone Collector. Easy kill, right? All Team Four needed to do now was administer the coup de grace and disable the power generator. Or set it to self-destruct. Hopefully, Harbinger didn't have any more craziness up its sleeve.