Beowulf continued his trek through the Dreadnought. He would've preferred his ATS/8 for something as risky as this, but for what he had planned, he needed his old Hive armor— bone, cloth, and Wizard's cloak. He approached the Mausoleum, carefully surveying the area. Most of the Hive were occupied with the Cabal advancement, which was good. Four stragglers remained at the gate. Easy pickings. He raised his Wire Rifle, aiming at the Hive. His Tracer and lackeys followed suite. [i]Snap.[/i] The first went down by the Tracer's rifle. The other's became confused— what was that? [i]Snap. Snap.[/i] Two others fell by the Vandals. The last one began high tailing it out. [i]Snap.[/i] The last one Beowulf shot himself. All four lay in ash, the only sign they had ever been there. He approached the gate, turning back to the feud. Nobody noticed. Good. He turned back to the gate, stepping forward. If his theory was correct... [i]Screeeeee—[/i] It opened, and he smirked, and he stepped through. [i]He was Ascendant.[/i] [b]OPEN[/b]