Blaze's dreg swerves in panic, but she catches up and throws a fist loaded with arc energy into its chest. However sturdy the Pike, its rider is still a weak point. Another couple of blows makes sure it stays down. She looks up to see the missile strike home on the remaining Pike just as it turns. //Hah! Nice catch!//

That leaves one survivor getting to his feet, pistol in one hand and crackling knife in the other. He might be a little cutthroat, but he'll fight to the last.

//Correct. These are dregs, the lowest rung of their society. The docking is an initiation rite. The ones who prove themselves are allowed to regrow their arms.//