'That only works before the corpses are raised, technically,' John said.<br/><br/>Well, it was worth a try. He reached out, channeling a sliver of the Essence he still had not spent during the fight into his hand. All he got for his trouble was a zombie's teeth clamped uselessly around his finger. Well, alright then. He pushed the Essence into a shockwave instead, atomizing the zombie's head and blowing back its comrades. Night had fallen on Eden Prime as the husks rose up.<br/><br/>'Cover me. I'm going to try something really, really stupid.'<br/><br/>This had gone on long enough. Checking his omni-tool's watch function, he noted it was almost midnight, Citadel Standard Time. Close enough for what he needed to do. John vaulted over the Geth's battlements into the horde. Slowly, he began to tap out a rhythm, building up the Phantom-Conjuring Performance that played the music of the spheres. Step, shuffle, sidestep, clap. Step, step, pivot, shake, step. The husks looked at him with dumb, animal interest, mimicking his motions like curious primates.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ba-dow ba-dow ba-dowp-dowp, ba-dow ba-dow ba-dowp-dowp...<br/>It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark<br/>Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart<br/>You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it<br/>You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,<br/>You're paralyzed...</span><br/><br/>For the hell of it, he struck a pose as he flared his anima once again, demonstrating the Demon-Wracking Glory of the Solar Exalted. In a thirty-meter radius, the Reaper husks simply disintegrated, destroyed by the performance charm, their souls freed to travel to whatever underworld awaited them.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Cause this is THRILLER, THRILLER NIGHT!<br/>And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike<br/>You know it's THRILLER, THRILLER NIGHT<br/>You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller toniiiiight!</span><br/><br/>If John wasn't wearing a face-concealing helmet, everyone would see that he probably had the biggest shit-eating grin in the galaxy then.