The flicker-flash of teleportation catches Seraphim-6's attention. She twists, aiming her scout rifle at the figure that emerges from the light. It's Sigma. "Non-hostile," she identifies him. "Seek cover." It seems like sound advice. Mechanically, she turns back toward the battle. She aims and fires, putting rounds through charging, blackened bodies. Her clip runs dry, right as what used to be a psion rounds her cover. She releases the Cacytus, letting the sling it's on carry it to the left side of her body. Without a pause she reaches for the weapon to her right. It's a fusion rifle. Her finger finds the trigger and pulls it even as she brings it up to aim. Lightning flickers along the barrel as it begins to charge. The enslaved psion disappears in a dazzling flash as blazing bolts of Arc energy tear through it. Even as it dies, something worse enters the fray. The fog shrieks again, and more blackness fills the area around the bridge. When it bursts apart, a Taken hydra looms above its fellows. It's massive, and it booms out a war cry in corrupted machine code. It sounds like a fog horn, and it's more felt than heard. "New plan," Seraphim-6 calls above the din of battle. "Disregard stealth tactics. Engage and obliterate enemy taken with extreme prejudice."