"Eddie damn it boss! If they don't die now then they're just going to follow us, and my pool is only half full! WHY WOULD YOU TAKE SUCH A GRAND FEAST FROM ME!?" Esone griped, fast-balling a flailing Drone into a gaggle of it's brethren. It shrieked pitifully as it cartwheeled through the air, almost drawing a twinge of pity from the recast Scourge. The Collector cluster scattered like bowling pins, curbing the omnipresent barrage of yellow plasma for a welcome respite. Of course, that breathing room only covered the guns - the Praetorian bobbing its way toward them was totally unaffected. Esone had considered chucking the Drone at the lumbering monstrosity, but decided that the projectile would've just bounced off the armored construct like the fly it was. Esone took comfort in the cloak of mist that oozed from his stoney flesh, the wispy fingers distorting his position.<br/><br/>"Word of advice Commander? Invest in an Overdrive pool. The Protheans knew their heroes would eventually run out of motes in battle, so they developed passive charm allow the Exalts to recharge while fighting." The Lieutenant's molten smile lit up the corridor, pirouetting deliriously in the face of immanent Praetorian assault. "I get them from killing stuff. Or watching enemies being killed. I've heard that Solars can have one that fills whenever they stay out of melee. Should be right up your alley."<br/><span style="color: #000000">... Do you just have a death-wish? PAY A-FREAKING-TTENTION TO THE FIGHT! The big floating-death-crab-ghost-head is bearing down on you like a programming geek on Dennis Ritchie. Left claw strike coming from straight overhead. One step to your left, half a step forwards, then crack that crab claw.<br/><br/>...Aaand now I'm hungry. You're taking us to the Krogan Crab Hut as soon as we get back into Alliance space. And that Asari ice-cream parlor.</span><br/><br/>Side-stepping the first slash of the creature's talon, Esone lashed out and shattered the offending limb with a furious flurry of kicks. Soulsteel splinters sprayed from the half-dozen impacts, the shrapnel peppering the passage wall. He caught the second blade as it descended, twirling as he wrenched the limb from its socket and buried the dismembered appendage into one of the cancerous skulls infesting the Praetorian's mouth. Cracks spread in a spiderweb lattice across the gruesome mass grave, screaming liquid light bleeding forth. As the Praetorian wailed in a demented imitation of pain, the Lieutenant grasped the construct by it's soulsteel lip and began to drag it towards the side door.<br/><br/>"Alright. We can use this to plug the doorway. Slow them down a bit. Not that it'll do much in the face of that damn Abyssal, but that's life. Er... Undeath."<br/><br/>Following his companions in retreat Esone gave a base grunt, jamming the wriggling mass into the doorway as he himself passed through. A doorway which, unfortunately, lead straight into a hive of Seeker Swarms. Beyond the corked passageway they had just abandoned, the only route forward was the steep ramp that speared through the heart of the swarm.<br/><br/>"Ah<span style="color: #000000">Ah</span>Crap.<span style="color: #000000">Crap.</span>"