“Tristan!” The Warlock commanded, “Go east and find thee high ground. We need thou to stand guard while we cross the grounds and await the others.“ Looking upon his comrade he sighed. Splitting up their fire team wasn’t ideal, but there wasn’t much time before the Cabal would march upon them. Hunter, yet human, the Warlock knew he could rely on his trusted friend having fought beside him many battles. “You just watch where you put your feet Tin Cup” Tristan replied, tapping the barrel of his sniper rifle against the metal helmet of their young companion. And with a nod towards Ommin the Warlock, he disappeared. “Heey!” Gareth shouted after him, “I can watch out for myself!” Son of a legend, Tristan and Ommin had sworn to guard their comrades’ son. Now of age, the young Titan was eager to proof himself worthy a guardian, desperate to erase his mistake of stepping onto a mine on their last mission. Out of nowhere with a loud clunk a bullet ricochets of Tristan’s helmet. The Warlock didn’t flinch but chuckled in amusement. “Aha! Tristan awaits us.” “Wait!” Gareth panted, clambering to his feet, “That was Tristan? He shot me! That -” “I belief…” Ommin turned to Gareth, searching for the right words “he was, as you say, trying to get through your thick head. Our battled worlds are drenched in eagerness of lone wolf cries.” “We guardians, while destined to become legends we do not rush into our deaths. Do we not fight for our survival?” “We’ve got company” the Warlock’s ghost announced. “And I do not mean a tea party.” “Let us pray the Traveler favors our fortune and the brave…” and with a last look to the east, as if searching for his friend, Ommin stormed up the steps.