[spoiler]Yup, I'm back. Enjoy.[/spoiler] [b][u]Back In The Saddle Again[/u][/b] [u]Earth: Mothyards of Old Russia. 8:56 A.M[/u] [b]Sierra stood in a small open plain between the debris of crashed aircraft, knife in hand. A squad of Guardians surrounding her with weapons drawn, all giving her expressionless glares through there helmet.[/b] "[i]Look, the quiet type. Sorry, but you're coming with us.[/i]" [b]The words seemed to be spoken by a female, one of the warlocks in the squad clad in black, tattered robes, a bond bearing the Iron Banner insignia on her right forearm.[/b] "I'm afraid not, I have a meeting with the King in an hour. Let's make this quick, shall we?" [b]Sierra snuck I'm a laugh after her sentence, the laugh remaining unnoticed due to her helmet. The Guardians aimed their weapons at her and fired every last bullet, but as soon as they fired; the target was out of sight and the bullets were sent speeding into the air.[/b] "I'm one to prefer toying with my prey, it's much more satisfying." [b]The warlock that spoke was immediately impaled by a large Hive sword which thrusted itself out of the ground, the blade making a perfect vertical cut in the warlocks body, barely avoiding being cleaved in half completely but still immobilizing her and piercing her heart and windpipe, blood pouring out of every opening in the warlocks body.[/b] "...And there goes the first 'specimen', fools." [b]Sierra reappeared behind two of the squad's Titans, drawing a second knife from her armor and stabbing the Titans in the back, the Titans seemed only slightly dazed due to their armor, however. The knives then dug into the Titans' armor and became irremovable, still ineffective. [/b] [b]The two Hunters both threw their throwing knives, all three being shot down by a quickly drawn Thorn and the Hunters being fired upon by the Handcannon, 1 bullet piercing their hearts and injecting poison into their bloodstream. The Hunters fell to the ground, writhing in pain violently with the occasional convulsion due to the poison.[/b] "Overconfidence gets you killed." [b]The remaining Warlock threw a Vortex Grenade in fear, missing by a few feet due to the throw being hasty. Sierra walked over to the Warlock who was still panicking and reaching for their Scout Rifle to retaliate. [/b] "Don't expect the brutes to help you." [b]Two more Hive swords shot out of the Titans' chest, one each, the seeds covered in a thick, crimson liquid, bone fragments sprinkling the blades occasionally. The warlock flinched before being raised by the throat with a knife to their right arm.[/b] "I'm going to ask you nicely one more time." [b]Sierra ran the knife down the Warlock's arm, blood spilling onto the white snow turning it red, the Thorn shots fired into the Hunters' chest detonating and sending shards of venom coated metal into the Hunters' eyes, blinding them. [/b] "Are you sure I'm the right one?" [b]She flicked the blood off of the knife and stock it into the Warlock's palm, the blade protruding from the back of their hand. The Warlock giving a downright panicked response.[/b] "[i]Y-yes.[/i]" "That's all I need to know." [b]Sierra ripped the knife out of the Warlock's hand, blood spraying onto her armor and into the snow once more. She then spun the knife in her hand before reversing her grip on the knife and thrusting the blade through the Guardian's throat, the Warlock choking on their own blood and suffocating aswell, she sat the warlock down and kicked them in the chest, sending them reeling onto their sides before walking away, laughing like a madman.[/b]