[b]Abrax - Where is my damn Shotgun?![/b]

As the group prepared their weapons and attacks, it was Rosa to be the first one to go on the offensive, inebriated as she still was. The comment she gave him before leaving made Abrax chuckle. Of course, after complaining for an eternity, it would only be fitting for him to have left his shotgun back in the ship, right as things started to be interesting again. Armed with nothing but a pistol, his muscles and the will to smash in some heads, Abrax ran into the fray.

Rosa was doing an amazing job at kicking the Vorchas asses'. She was quick and agile, and powered with her biotic powers, she had a lot more strength in her punches and kicks than the enemies expected. Abrax shot a few rounds of his pistol into the opening in the wall, where a group of Vorcha were preparing a new wave of attacks. He could feel shots coming from the left, and turned around to see a Vorcha firing off some sort of Autorifle. The few bullets could do little against his armored body, and so Abrax quickly closed the gap between him and the now reloading Vorcha. His uppercut send the alien flying, his body smashed against a wall right after. Abrax did not care if he was dead or just knocked out, that one would not get back anytime soon. Grabbing the autorifle the Vorcha had dropped, he returned his attention to the opening and Rosa. 

His companion had made quick work of the first assault team, but there were plenty more who needed to have their heads smashed in. As the next wave came running through the opening, Rosa perfectly timed a singularity field, trapping numerous of them into a very tiny space. Abrax could feel the adrenaline rushing through his body, it had been ages since he had felt this alive. Letting out a loud war cry, Abrax rushed the group, holding his finger on the trigger, laughing at the fun he was having. Most of the Vorcha were either dead or seriously injured when the group was only a mere feet away from him, but the job was not done yet. Increasing his pace for the last few steps, Abrax put his whole weight into his shoulder and smashed into the group.

Those who did not get lucky enough to die might never be able to walk again after the impact. Abrax got back up, dusted himself off and glanced at Rosa. "I haven't changed, human, merely got rusty over the years. I still got your back." He gave her a little grin, and focused again on the opening, waiting for the next assault of enemies.