Ryker charged with them, for his own reasons, but nevertheless he charged. He fought hard to. His sword flying through daemon after daemon, hacking limbs and heads off, blood squirting everywhere. He chopped and hacked as hard as he could, yet he was graceful with it. His suit fought as well, nearly a sentient being, it protected its owner, firing an automated shoulder mounter cannons at enemies that would have gotten the jump on Ryker. [i]Caution, you are outnumbered 6 to 1.[/i] The voice spoke as he encountered half a dozen more daemons in a solo battle. "I know, full aggression, don't hold back." Rykers suit powers up to full, he holds up his wrist, a small box popping out on the top of his hand. They fire six small projectiles that track, boring into the necks of the daemons. They scratch at them, until they explode with the force of a grenade, in their neck. More charge over their comrades dead bodies and another smaller box pops out on the bottom side of his wrist, firing a small red laser, quickly at all all of the three daemons heads. The suit knew the anatomy of the daemons and quickly sliced their head on the inside into pieces, they fall dead. A much larger brute steps up to him slowly and he smiles. "Miranda, fire MEMO." [i]Testing out the new gadget huh boss?[/i] "You know it, target the brute, and fire." His shoulder mounted cannon snaps to the brutes chest. The inside of the barrel begins glowing, the brute takes this as a signal to attack and his screams, charging him. He stands completely still, the cannon charging. Eventually it reached a pinnacle and fired, the force so much Ryker stepped backwards. The shell flew, a silver she'll about the size of soda can in circumference. It split off like shotgun spread, burying into the brutes chest and lower neck. It staggered, scrapping at its bleeding skin. [i]Detonation ready, boss.[/i] Ryker looks at the brute as it struggled, crippled by the tearing, what was effectively buckshot. "Three, two, and... One." One by one the shrapnel exploded with extreme force, tearing chunks out of the brutes skin, massive pieces of raw bleeding meat and flesh flying everywhere, internal organs still steaming from body heat and food still digesting, flying everywhere. The beasts body simply collapses on itself, essentially the chest cavity and the neck hollowed out by the explosions, blood pumping out of the jugular. Ryker nods. "Put that on the checklist for successful creations."