Eye-searing bolts of void energy pummel the Exo's cover, and she hunkers down behind it. Glowing pits scar the Vex hybrid of stone and metal. Many Guardians would probably swear at this point, or at least look perturbed. Seraphim-6 simply reloads her scout rifle. She waits, her attitude as cold and distant as the metal she's made from. Her optics register the incoming solar bolts from the Minotaur. Leaning out to take a shot is the result of a risky but acceptable equation. Barely shifting, the muzzle of her weapon emerges behind cover. She squeezes the trigger of her weapon rapidly. The weapon bucks, but the Exo's programming allows her to compensate and reset her aim each time. The Minotaur's shield flickers and flashes, casting aside Seraphim-6's rounds and reducing them to heat-boiled slag. The incredible impact of the rifle, however, brings a cost to stopping the bullets. With a sudden crash, the Taken Minotaur's shields fail. "Reloading," she calls to her allies. "Target suggestions: Minotaur and Hydra."