[quote]Iron Lord Fire Team Alpha left in haste to the Eastern front of the Twilight Gap. Fireteam Bravo was already on the ground in the Western front. Charlie was scheduled to join the weakened Western battlefield but were delayed by the unexpected show of force of the House of Devils. Fire Team Alpha approached the drop zone, the three golden ships dodged arc blast after blast. Silimar tightened his gauntlet and locked a golden helmet over his blue face. The ship shook and blasts echoed but the Titan was unfazed. “Ready?” Silimar asked his fireteam. “Always.” replied Timur; the Warlock anxiously twirled his hand cannon. Gheleon’s silence was always an indicator to Silimar that he had begun his Gunslinger’s Trance. West of the Twilight Gap, Fireteam Bravo was dug in. Efrideet vanished as she reloaded her sniper rifle. “What’s the point Deet?” yelled Skorri. “They know we are here!” An Arc Grenade exploded near the team it flung dirt and mud on the warlocks face. Skorri squeezed off five more shots, five more kills, his pulse rifle glistened in the smoky air. The Titan Radegast lowered his rocket launcher. “FIRE IN THE HOLE!” The fireteam went low, the Devil Walker unleashed a devastating, unsuccessful blast. The Fallen regrouped leaving their dead behind. The Walker’s sides opened and more Pit Shanks slowly hovered out and scanned for targets. Efrideet ended the drone’s search with three precision hits. The Shanks exploded in a flare, Dregs nearby were fatally burned. “Five more for me!” Efrideet said. The Hunter chuckled sinisterly as she reloaded her deadly sniper rifle. Radegast rage was growing, never in his career had the enemy pinned him down for so long. Too much was at stake. He swallowed his pride and waited for the Devils to crowd... The Northern Front was reaching a breaking point. To send this many Servitors was either an act of desperation by the House of Devils or a stroke of genius. Jolder lifted his machine gun high in the air, under his arm was Perun badly injured. “You should have left me out there,” Perun mumbled. She gasped for air. “You are not a very wise Warlock,” Jolder bolstered. The Titan loaded a fresh ammo belt into his Golden instrument of death. Felwinter appeared again seemingly out of the air “Once we wrap up here we need to head to the Western front,” said the battle weary hunter, he loaded more shells into his shotgun. “Hmph,” scoffed Jolder. “Radegast must be fuming.” A void blast interrupted the chatter, the hum of the Servitors grew closer. “I can handle myself,” Perun affirmed. She charged her fusion rifle. “We stick to the plan, I’ll provide cover fire this time.” “Fine by me,” said Felwinter. “10 seconds to drop,” Silimar’s Ghost spoke. The three ships screeched to a halt over a group of Devils. Below was the high value target Baron Braxis, the Fallen Captain, hand chosen by Riksis to lead this portion of the Twilight Gap assault. The Fallen Baron had extinguished the the lights of hundreds these past few days, the Vanguard decided this Devil Captain must not live a day longer. The Captain drew his swords and pointed them at the ships. Dozens of Vandals cursed at the guardians defiantly and began firing their weapons at the stationary ships. The trap was sprung. Silimar leapt out of his ship. He lifted his arms and was engulfed in a crackling blue Arc energy. The Titan crashed violently into the heart of the Fallen Devils. The Arc blast resonated and shook the ground in all directions; 30 minions of the dark instantly vaporized. Timur followed with a void blast that split into three devastating missiles that decimated the remaining Dregs. Gheleon was engulfed in flames and laughed as his Golden blasts ended the screeching Vandals. Braxis was enraged at the decimation of half his loyal battle squad at the hands of a mere three guardians. He lifted his swords and called for the heads of the Travelers disciples. Fireteam Bravo was advancing, the walker was smoking and engulfed in flames but still operational. The lower ranking Devils were wiped out but the Vandal snipers made any further scouting impossible. “Give me a window and I can take the snipers, then we rush the Walker,” Efrideet affirmed. “How long?” Skorri asked. “I’ll work with what you can produce,” Efrideet said. “About damn time,” said Radegast. The Titan leapt out of cover and fired a rocket into a nearby mob, he slung his weapon and sprinted forward into the smoke, Skorri followed blinking into the air, the Warlock unleashed a devastating javelin of void energy toward the Fallen Walker. The Devil machine’s alarm rang, it’s final Shanks sprung from its smoldering sides. The Vandal snipers had their sights on the two guardians. They squeezed the triggers of their deadly wire rifles. Radegast was hit on his shoulder, his momentum did not falter. The Titan fist connected with the jaw of a screeching Dreg nearly decapitating it. Suddenly the Vandal sniper’s head’s instantly exploded in a series of successful consecutive precision hits, their bodies burst into flames immediately after. Radegast climbed the burning Devil Walker, his fist pounded and bent the machine further, the alarms grew louder, the Walkers legs gave out. The infernal machine’s crash sent shockwaves among the surrounding Fallen corpses. Radegast struck the Walker one final time, he lept into the air as high as the Titan’s boost would allow and unleashed his remaining fury of rockets. The Devil Walker exploded, shrapnel and parts flew in all directions. Skorri was upset at the soot that covered his vestments. Perun popped up behind her cover and unleashed her payload of grenades followed by fusion blasts. Dregs burned to cinders, the Servitors hovered menacingly. Jolder rushed forward as he aimed his machine gun at the skulls of the remaining Fallen Devils. Jolder held the weapon firm, his aim true, shell casing after shell casing littered the scorched Earth. Fallen screeched as the high caliber rounds riddled their bodies. Felwinter was like a shadow at dusk, his blade sliced through meat and armor, a blast from his shotgun eviscerated Dregs and left the surrounding enemies reeling. The five Servitors focused their fire on Jolder, the Titan released his Void shield and successfully blocked the Servitors attack. Felwinter joined Jolder inside the Ward of Dawn. The guardians reloaded their weapons, the Servitors continued their fruitless onslaught. Perun’s breathing labored, her vision blurred, her fusion rifle was charged and ready. She leaned against the boulder prepared her final assault. The Warlock leapt as high as she could, the Servitors traced her movement, the Devil machines ceased their focus on the Guardians in the Void shield and fired at the warlock. Several blasts missed, two impacted Perun. The warlock crashed violently to the ground and was motionless. Jolder and Felwinter emerged from the ward and destroyed 2 Servitors with their grenades. The remaining 3 Fallen Servitors charged their attacks. Suddenly a burst of light radiated behind the Servitors. Perun, consumed by solar flame, unleashed her vengeance. The Servitors were instantly scorched by Perun’s attack, their hulls cracked, Felwinter released a flurry of arc blade attacks, Jolder emptied his weapon. The Servitors crumbled. The flames subsided. Perun was pristine and unscathed. Felwinter shook his head. “Must be nice,” the hunter remarked. Perun courtsied. Silimar reloaded his auto rifle. Fallen corpses surround Fire Team Alpha. The Devil Baron Braxis swipes his swords menacingly and growls under his breath. The small small Fallen army destroyed in minutes by the three Iron Lords. Gheleon aimed his scout rifle at the head of the Captain, Timur twirled his hand cannon and flung Dreg blood off his blade. The three Guardians began a silent countdown in their minds. Braxis vanished. The Fire Team leapt in the air simultaneously, the Captain swiped his charged blades at nothing, he cursed at his failure. Timur emptied his hand cannon at the furious Baron. The explosive rounds disoriented the Fallen leader. Gheleon and Similar strafed and fired their weapons, the Baron whailed in fury at the Guardians assault. The Baron vanished once more. This time his charge was successful. Gheleon gasped as the Arc Blade exited his chest. The Iron Lord slumped silently to the ground. Timur yelled a battle cry, he consumed his body in flames and fired three Golden shots at the head of the Baron. The Devil Captain’s Aura dissipated, Similar began unloading his auto rifle at the weakened Braxis. Timur quickly grabbed Gheleon out of further harm. The roar of Skiffs approached, Fallen reinforcements dropped. The roar of six golden shps followed, Fireteams Bravo and Charlie quickly squashed the Fallen Devil’s vain attempt to supplement their leader. Baron Braxis once again cursed the followers of the light. The Captain staggered and dropped his blades, he fell to his knees in front of Lord Similar. Skorri reloaded his pulse rifle, he quickly spotted Timur holding his motionless brother Gheleon. Skorri ran at full speed toward the Devil Baron, Similar took several steps backwards in anticipation of the inevitability. Skorri concentrated all his Void energy in a devastating blast. Baron Braxis was no more. The death of the Fallen Devil did not fill the void left in Skorri. The Warlock searched the battlefield and found Gheleon’s charred Ghost. Skorri lifted the blackened ally, the Ghost’s light flickered then faded. Timur handed Gheleon’s body over to Skorri. Perun rushed over and began an Arcane ritual with Skorri. The Titan and Hunter Iron Lords watched as their allies meditated and chanted. Gheleon’s body disappeared in a flash of light. Timur picked up Gheleon’s Scout Rifle and handed it to Skorri. The Titan Lords stood firm and somber. Efrideet shook her head in disbelief. “There is still more to do Guardians” stated Similar.[/quote]

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Freaking genius mate 👌 now that is a cutscene I'd be willing to watch again and again