Harbinger staggers backward under the fire. Pieces of metal fly off from his body and he drops to a knee under it. He eventually holds a hand up, a shield providing enough protection for him to recover. "Ryker!" He roars. "A fair fight?!" He says as he slashed upwards, a massive sweeping cloak of darkness overtaking some soldiers. Their armor begins cracking and disintegrating along with their bodies. His shield held, barely.