Her ghost materializes from her armor and hovered above her, it's rusted body flitting nervously. He wouldn't be able to teleported her, not like last time, there was not enough light. So he did the only thing he could do, rays leaving it's body, stitching back together torn tissue. She was a mess to say the least; shrapnel pellets trapped in her skin, a puncture wound, three broken ribs-one of which pierced her lung. How she still stood against the fallen was beyond him. The Beacon he had sent out was answered within 20 minutes, a few vanguard members stepping from the ship. Perks of being the vanguards number one hunter. She only dreamt of his words which echoed loudly in her head, the darkness welcoming her in its emrace.