"They just keep coming! Spirits, where the hell are they coming from!"
There was a sea of husks, abominations and scions between them and their exit. They were like cockroaches, crawling out of every crevice and crack, swarming together and rushing toward the small stack of crates that served as shelter for the trio.
Thane popped up and fired a quick burst from his assault rifle. "They're going overwhelm us if we don't do something fast."
Shepard got a wicked gleam in his dark brown eyes. "Don't worry, boys. I have this," he said, pulling the M-90 Cain out from behind his back. He popped up from behind their cover and pulled the trigger, the heavy gun shuddering as it powered up. There was a high pitched whine as the projectile left the barrel, the force knocking Shepard on his ass.
The explosion was massive, waves of heat rushed over the top of them. After hearing so many moans and groans from the Reaper forces, the silence that followed the explosion was deafening.
"God damn I love this gun!" Shepard cried.
