Sigma rushes toward the crumpled form of this simulacrum, all the while feeling those nagging doubts grow stronger. Once he is close ,he reaches for the cursed blade... ...Only to have it driven through his body. The facsimile was only pretending to be stunned, in order to perform an ambush. Sigma would have cried for help, but his internal systems had been mostly destroyed. He could no longer fight, and the creature seized the opportunity. It lifted the limp Exo's body off of its blade, before raising the barely living body to the sky. The sound was like that of the world folding in on itself, and out of this fold manifested a strange orb of Taken energy. This orb sent out a tendril, which the proceeded to coil around the dying warlock. Then, as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared along with Sigma, leaving nothing but splatters of coolant to signify that he had been there a moment before. Sigma-3 had been taken.