The Brute Chieftain recoiled under the barrage of shotgun shells, but possessed the presence of mind to raise the bulky armour plate attached to his left arm. It absorbed some of the impact, shattering to pieces.

The Chieftain issued a guttural, gurgling roar. He raised his hammer off the floor, jabbing it straight out in front of him at Aviza before lurching round and swinging it in a wide, brutal arc at Yalu as he rushed in from behind. The Elite’s battlecry had obviously alerted the Chieftain to the danger.

Tar sprung to her feet with Aviza’s interrupted help. She dodged the Chieftain’s savage jab, aided by the fact she wasn’t the principal target. As soon as the Brute turned his back to pound Yalu, Tar jumped forward and clambered up his back. She reached for her holstered energy sword, intent on ramming it through a chink in the Brute’s neck armour. 

Before she could, the Chieftain’s head jerked backwards in a panicked motion; his helmet smashed into her face. One of Tar’s feet slipped, and she was forced to quickly put both hands back on the Brute’s armour to avoid falling off and being trampled. She tried to grab her sword again.