From his crouched position, Tony came flailing back down the tunnel as Cayde hit the dirt, practically on all fours, sliding into home with a hand for balance behind him to kick blindly into the general mass of the attacking beast. Another was clawing at the walls behind it, desperate to crush its way through and away from the burst of light, while the rest of the horde trampled over each other to run the other way away from the alien threat. The tunnel was quickly choked with smoke, diffusing the light from the flare and from the crystal rod that Tony hooked under Cayde's chin as he grabbed for any purchase that would let him haul Cayde out with his foot braced tenuously; the beetle was thrashing its head to try to get Tony's heel out of the squelching remains of its cracked eye socket, but the other one was still pressing it forward and its strength was leaking out of it down Cayde's knife. Belatedly, without any other context for the Thrall, Tony panted, "Orgies are never as fun as they sound."