I looked at the small dots that I knew to be skiffs coming closer on the horizon. I kept on starring, unable to make more than a small whimper come out of my throat, as the rag-tag team of guardians congratulated Silas. Their voices slowly died down as they noticed the same thing that I did. Then came the confusion and screaming. "The hell!" "How'd those things get past the city walls!" "We're gonna die!" "Everyone just shut up!" Someone yelled into our comms. The surprising loud command shut everyone up immediately. I looked over at the few dozen guardians to find who yelled. "We're gonna make it out of this alive, but you have to listen to me." I looked around still before I noticed something, there was music. I still couldn't make out the lyrics but it was definitely there. I looked over Silas. He was just standing there, head cocked upwards to the skiffs. It was him, "Those skiffs are gonna bombard us from the top where we have no cover, while there fallen ground troops hit us from below." This last statement made a few of us look towards the tree line, wondering why the fallen hadn't started attacking again. They were gathering just beyond the tree line, increasing their numbers while waiting for their reinforcements I guess. There must be hundreds of them, waiting to sink their sharpened blades into our hearts. "We're way too outnumbered here," Silas spoke again, "If we start transmatting up to the wall then that will give us a better chance of survival," "If the fallen notice we're retreating up to the wall, then they're gonna come at us like nothing we've seen before," a random titan spoke up. He was right, those fallen would kill us before we all made it up. "I know. That's why me and Carolina will hold them off," There were more than a few cries of outrage and shock at this. Mostly about how two guardians can't hold off an entire fallen army, "But you don't understand, we're not two guardians," Was the only response Silas gave. I looked over, and I could tell that Carolina was smiling under her helmet, "Now stop bitching, and GO!" He yelled at all of us to get moving. We started to scramble for the five transmat teleports at the bottom of the wall. There are about a dozen or so of us and the teleports could only take up one at a time. The fallen realize what we're doing quickly enough as the first five transmat away. Arc bolts begin to pepper the area around us. We immediately took cover as the first people disappeared. "Dammit," someone said, "We're pinned down here." "We're going to have to make a mad dash to the transmat zones as soon as they're open," I realized that he was right, but thought it insane nonetheless. A few didn't hesitate like I did, and made a break straight for them. I watched a few arc bolts freeze in mid-air before they hit the guardians. Silas' work, I supposed. I looked at him and Carolina to see what was going on. They both had heavy machine guns and were sweeping the field, dropping fallen bodies in their wake. That was their plan? Just shoot them before they shot us. "Hey!" I heard a gruff voice yell aimed at me. I looked back to the transmat zones to see that there were only three guardians left besides myself. "We gotta go," said the same voice. I looked back to Silas and Carolina, worried whether or not they'd make it, and Silas looked back at me. He nodded once, and I took that as a message saying that they'd be okay. I nodded back, then made a break for it. I heard fallen cries as arc bolts whizzed past me. I made it to a zone after a few seconds and wasted no time activating it. A familiar blue glow took me as my vision blurred then I was at the top of the wall with all the others. "Looks like we all made it," someone said. "What about those two down their?" I remembered that Silas and Carolina were still down there as he said it and summoned my sniper rifle. I looked down my extended sights to the battlefield at the bottom of the wall. Silas and Carolina were backing up quickly while still firing at the hordes of fallen quickly approaching them. They made it to the transmat zones and Silas took a firing position behind a large rock as Carolina ran to a zone, her gun now at her side. She got on and looked back at Silas. I think they made some sort of exchange, but I couldn't tell. Then, in a haze of blue, Carolina was standing on the top of the wall with us. She didn't speak, and wasted no time getting out her own sniper and looking down the wall at Silas next to me. He wasn't going to be able to hold them off much longer. The skiffs were almost there and the fallen were too vast in numbers. He wasn't doing much too slow them down now, he looked back towards the transmat zones, then at the fallen. A second seemed to go by where he considered his options. Then, he began to shoot the transmat zones. "What's that idiot doing?" "If he teleports then the transmat zones will remain there and the fallen will be able to use them to get up here just as quickly as we did," a particular clever hunter said, "He's sacrificing himself," Carolina said nothing in response to this, instead looking back to Silas. The fallen were almost on his position, and more and more arc bolts seemed to make it past his telekinetic force. Silas weighed his options, then ran straight at the wall. "Oh, so he's doing that huh?" Carolina said, more interested than concerned. I was about to ask what she meant when a few cries of shock brought me back to the battle below. Silas wasn't on the ground anymore. He was flying. He had wings of solar fire stretched out to his sides, each one bigger than himself. They seemed to be acting like a jet pack, propelling himself into the air with bursts of solar fire. But they did flap a few times, for dramatic effect, I guess. He flew straight up the wall, parallel to it his hands at his side. The fallen looked up in confusion. The wall flew past beside him as he flew upwards towards us. He seemed to be gaining speed as he flew. The whole thing was impossible, yet I was seeing it with my own eyes. He flew straight past us and we looked on as he hovered in the air, looking like some sort of angel of fire. Or god. But Silas was no god. And he would only bring pain to whoever he met, as I would soon find out. To Be Continued [b]Table of Contents:[/b] https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/230034700/0/0