A duo of depowered, distracted Daxamites. It's almost too good to be true.

Blame York's luck power and move on. He stops himself and vaults to his feet, taking half a second to assess the situation - York at a distance, Reaper closing in on the further Daxamite - before he drops low and sweeps the legs out from under the Daxamite closest to him, barely waiting for impact before he draws his pistol and fires two rounds into the Daxamite's face.

Stun rounds. Into the tear on the transuit. They might need Parker to help keep him powerless later, but for now, this one shouldn't be getting back up.