Rai feels a wave of Void energy wash over her back. She reels around, her Fist still clenched and pulsing with Arc light. Before her, a Vandal stumbles to the ground, a sinister purple Light enveloping it's body from the inside out. Another Fallen crumples inward, being crushed into a sickening mass of armor and flesh, ether hissing out between the cracks. Behind these two wretched souls, a Guardian stood clothed in a crimson robe and jet black armor, a handcannon smoking in their holster. Rai kept her stance, prepared to pounce if necessary. Arc energy continued to crackle along her entire body, as she regarded this being before her. At a glance, this is someone that you would not and could not stop once they wanted something. They had an air of deep knowledge and insight, and their posture spoke of confidence and hardened experience. The two dead Eliksni served to reinforce this first impression. Rai felt a certain kinship with this Guardian, dangerous as she probably was. Rai stared her down through her helmet, simply uttering, "Natylee."