John looked back and saw the massive Vex construct that awaited them. Almost as if a Hydra had limbs. It wielded a massive shield made of the same material as Hydra shields. And massive cannon that was glowing with solar energy. Then he looked again at the Void energy, now further deteriorated and was now spitting Void Lightning everywhere. "This can't be good" He pockets the bones and draws his sword, short and heavy. It shimmered like only steel does and the brass handle shined bright. He twirled it as if it weighed nothing from centuries of practice. "Oh, I almost forgot. I'm John. And I may be old but I'm not crumbling." "[i]You are cranky though[/i]" "Thanks Averlia, totally what I need" He walked away from erratic Void energy and breathed deeply. His frame flexed to show a compact, powerful build. The robes of the Iron Banner flowed in the winds of the Vault. Always towards the future. He then threw out his hands and was sheathed in lightning. The sharp scent of Ozone permeated the air as the current of wind shifted, eventually turning into a raging cyclone with him at the center. He walked forwards slowly and each step was responded with a deep crack of thunder. He pointed his sword towards the massive Vex Warrior and spoke "Tar anois. Fearr liom an fearg na déithe"