Vella dropped Ellis into a literal pile o' guns. His own Mattock would suffice for ranged combat, but if the bastards got in close-
He slapped three scavenged Talons onto his holsters, hoping that, when the time came, he could draw them one handed, without dropping them. 
"NERO, set all weapons to Cryo ammo!"

He leaned on his stationary leg, using it as a fulcrum for his good leg to push him into a standing position. He raised his Mattock, and took aim. 

[i][b][color=6ecff6]CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK![/color][/b][/i]

Four husks slowed, stumbled, and froze. One of them froze mid-fall, like a modern art piece on the dangers of ancient technology.

[i][b][color=6ecff6]CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK![/color][/b][/i]

One more, frozen as it fell onto the pile. They weren't providing much of an obstacle on their own, but he was midrange, firing solid slugs. The rifle collapsed, and magnetized to his back, as he drew one of his looted Talons. The husks were entering shotgun range, right on time.

"Cryo ammo, NERO?"

"[i]Verified[/i]."

The Talon barked arrantly, and razor sharp shards of metal and nitrogen surged toward the husk army. Two more, frozen solid, and Ellis was out of ammo. He threw down the empty pistol and drew another. Blue energy pulses and red photon bolts surged overhead.

[i]Wait... Husks can't return fire-

Not human ones. The Batarian husks do. The Turians' too.

Then...

Yes?

I'm at a terrible disadvantage.

Yes, you are.[/i]

Ellis wracked his brain. [i]We need a weapon... Something large scale, something...Fiery.[/i] His eyes caught a stack of white boxes, partially covered by smoldering wreckage- Generators! 
He crawled on his hand and knees, gritting his teeth in psychosomatic pain when stones and shrapnel scraped his armor. Finally, it lay only a few feet away, when he realized they were not, after all, simple generators. 

"Partinax, I found... Shield pylons. Two of them. Could be put to good use." 

He rolled onto his back, to face the horde as it advanced. He was better hidden than the rest of his team, so he took the opportunity to reload his rifle. It was a far clumsier and slower job with one hand than with two. He could see what he needed to from here, and if his CO approved, his position would be the best seat in the house.