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Cannons and lasers fired, a barrage of devastating weaponsfire raining down on Apocalypse. Lesser weaponry seemed to simply bounce off of his skin, specifically heat-based weaponry was almost completely useless. A Halcyon cannon managed to blow off the creature's left arm as it was throwing around one of the Mako tanks, but already it grew back. Strands of flesh extended from the stump, extending and knitting together as a new limb was formed in just a second or two. This creature seemed impossible to harm. It's speed allowed it to dodge almost every attack, and those few attacks that did hit (usually through sheer chance) only rarely did any damage. And it's immense regenerative properties made such damage almost completely futile. Covered in blood and gore, Apocalypse seemed to be having the time of his life. He laughed as he ripped a tank in half, and chuckled as he punched through a squad of batarians. It's experience with the 'friend' grenades had truly been a positive one, and the creature had never before drawn such boundless joy from the needless slaughter of innocents. Whilst previously it had been motivated by an unending jealousy and superiority complex, it found itself now able to enjoy the little things, to see the glass half-full. As Apocalypse crushed the head of a krogan with his left hand, he considered that he had never felt more satisfied performing such a humble task.

Of course, such introspection did no good to the yakuza in question. In fact, this was probably rather bad news, as Apocalypse would normally have simply gotten bored and walked away. But it became time for the one being with any hope of stopping this abomination stepped forth, a being practically built for battle wielding a weapon of immense power.

As Varhak slammed his weapon down towards Apocalypse, he simply blocked the head. The impact crushed the ground beneath his feet, shaking the earth and forming a crater around the point of impact. But Apocalypse held it. Not without trouble, mind you, but he held. Grinning, Apocalypse looked up at the krogan warrior, revealing a row of bony portrusions were another being might have teeth. "That is a mighty weapon indeed. But it seems that despite your hammer's power, it is wielded by a weakling." He tossed Varhak backwards, hammer and all, before slowly marching towards him. The rest of the yakuza would most likely have formed around Banha, but it would not matter. "Tell me, little one. What is it that you hoped to achieve wielding a weapon so much greater than yourself?"