"By the Paragon! He's got some sort of reflective suit on!"
I let my big gun drop to the ground, letting the blaster bolts roll off me like raindrops. I don't think I need it anymore. I can't fire it while I have the shield turned on anyway.
This Marine looks scared as he stands there blasting desperately away at me. He's right to be frightened of me, as they all should be.
"It's a bad idea to get in my way right now."
I rain blow after blow down on the hapless marine. There's no way he can stand against me at this point. I'm stronger than I was before, much stronger than Mastaba ever could have expected.
He staggers away from me, very obviously in pain. His suit is punctured in multiple places, and he's likely breathing in Daedalus' toxic atmosphere already. Desperately, he starts firing at me again.
I don't have any more time to waste, so I power up the Phyxx weapon embedded in my arm, letting off a blast that blows a hole half through his chest. He crumples to the floor.