With a quick glance through Dillinja could see the centurion slowly turn gazing up at the red flare making its way across the sky, its head was the only part of the the Cabal that turned to face the far off cliffs. With a quick hand gesture an Interceptor made its way into view, it's driver obviously keen to prove himself sped off towards the rock moving with some haste. The sun was starting to set behind Dillinja the shade covering the sand below allowing his dark red WetWork cloak to hide him effortlessly. The Cabla shoot straight past him gunning for the small opening between the cliffs. A lone shot rang out across the wastes demanding to be heard by all, then just as suddenly it came the sound fell back into the wind. A clean fresh hole still smoking from the solar damage of Dillinja's Violator VII had been left in the driver now slumped off one side of the Interceptor forcing it to drift off to the left into the jagged rock face. He always did like New Monarchy issued snipers, so clean and precise, always ready for more. This time the Centurion gave the respect of a full body turn listening closely to the sound echoing off the dunes, a second shot flys past the Centurion scraping along his helmet, creating a deep grove past the eye. "Well I think you have successfully pissed of that Cabal" mocked his ghost. "Well they are about to be a whole lot more, I haven't even started yet!" A harvester flow over head quickly picking up the commander and taking him out of the fire fight. 12 legionaries jumped down to replace him, two were dead before made landfall. The rest scattered in all directions sticking to the rocks slowly making their way up the cliff side. One if the cabal had rushed in ahead of the others, a mistake. First lesson of the crucible, always stick with your fire team. Silently Dillinja slid down the steep rock face, with a swift kick off the slope he flung himself into the air, still as silent as and owl drawing the blade from his Fear Eater gauntlets and landed the edge in the underside of the Cabals chin. This caused the think black fluid to pore from the gap in his armour covering the red rockface. This would be his bait. The remaining 9 legionaries clambered into a clearing finding Their comrade gasping for air, the harvester made another pass to pick up the wounded, now was the time. With a flick a switch the grown was thrown it on the air smashing the Harvester into the rock and then into the floor. "Now that... That was fun, did you see me? they were like "were gonna get you" and I was like "ha please you can't even see me" then that explosion! That was way bigger then I thought it would be..... If only I had recorded that.." "Umm I don't think you quite finished them all" his ghost said facing the now smouldering Harvester. Dillinja span on the spot the great weight if the centurion crashing into him, it's fists started to pound him into the ground, his shield breaking instantly. The great beast grabbed his cape throwing him like a small pebble across the clearing onto his back. The Centurion jumped with his jet boosters screaming over to him, this was it end of the line he thought. Suddenly the dust settled, the air went still and heat rushed away from his body as large void as dark as the night ripped its way Into the empty space. Alone dark hand reached out pulling the Centurion in. "What the -blam!- was that......"