He stumbles. Exos can’t feel pain, but he swears, every step is like a hot iron being driven into him. He lifts up his chest piece and inspects the damage. It’s enough to make a Hive Wizard gag. Oil steadily drips from the wound, and several wires spark. He thanks the Traveler that the oil isn’t flammable. That’s the last thing he needs tonight. Speaking of the last thing he needs, the Vandal decides that moment is his chance to splat his brains all over the forest. He barely hears the charge up before he drops. The shot goes straight through the tree in front of him. He spits out mud and says a few things Aisha definitely wouldn’t approve of. He looks around, trying to get his bearings. He’s somewhere in what used to be called England, and completely lost. The thunderstorm has been going for a whole day now, and he’s starting to get sick of it. Another shot blasts next to his feet. That stupid pack has been chasing him around for 3 days now. He got the wound on halfway through day 2. He should have brought Artemis, even though Zavala said not to. He can’t even turn back to kill them because of what their captain is toting. Apollo cries, and falls down, unconscious.