While Diarmuid and Oscar worked in tandem, complementing one another perfectly, Javik's methods were a bit more organic. In cities and towns he kept the varren on a tighter leash, so to speak, but out in the wild they were given freedom. Athame attacked as she saw fit, diving in to go for joints and occasionally help the other two. Javik paid her almost no mind at all, confident in her abilities.

A few more golems fell victim to his biotics, wood cracking as he slammed them together. His sword did the rest, and between the four of them the remaining golems were reduced to splinters before long.

Athame, tail high, ran back and forth, nudging limbs curiously to see if they still reacted. She had a much higher prey drive than her mate, and the sudden end of a battle always made her a little loopy. When she found no survivors, Javik decided that was that.

"There may be more in the forest, but these ones have been subdued."