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This had all gone to shit way faster than it had any right to. In no time at all, Barghest was surrounded by these machines. Silje got cracked over the damn head by the mist as if it had a mind of its own. That was stupid of her, but alas, they had bigger problems. Several of the Vangar robots were still clearly in working order. And someone was clearly shooting at them- In a [i]highly volatile pocket of mist.[/i] Vangar's forces were always causing trouble at every fucking opportunity, and Morden couldn't stop to bitch about it before the resident gunner of the squad started opening fire. Barghest had been trained for a decade to fight, until they were at they were at their limit, and then fight again. This was nothing to them, nothing to stop and gawk at. All they had to do was remember everything they learned together.

Morden let instinct and training take the wheel. In his enhanced state, this would be like a brutal fist fight for him. He dropped low and charged towards the nearest robot. It had all of its limbs relatively intact, but that blade sticking through its face was a weak spot to be exploited. Morden ran, and ran, and [i]ran[/i] to pick up as much speed as he possibly could, and then leapt up off of the ground in a practiced motion. For other WARDENs, this tactic wasn't very common, but Morden was capable of leveraging the strength of power armor with the mobility of infantry. His body twisted upwards and his legs folded until the second before impact, when he shot them out in a flying drop kick to bury the sword deeper. His hope was that shattering the skull of that machine would immediately disable it. Or, at the very least, point out that their heads weren't an instant KO spot.

[h3][i][b]BANG![/b][/i][/h3]

[color=red][i]They may be damaged, but their weaponry is an unknown. Vangar never uses machines like these to fight their battles- There could be any number of tech inside them. Someone is out there firing spells in this pocket we are all standing in. Justice! What do you see out there?[/i][/color] It was important to maintain communication, and Gerard's psychic link spell was perfect for chaotic events like these.