Blood gushed from the open wound like water from a brook, The yell that followed would haunt the guardians for the remainder of their lives...if they could survive. "Damn it! I'm hit! I'm hit!" Screamed the warlock as he fell to the ground, His arm crimson with blood. "Keep it together kid! Your not dying here!" Yelled a titian who rushed into the barrage to save the rookie. The rookie realizes he had lost his gun "Oh no, where is my-" A tall shadow looms over the warlock. A fallen Captain plucked the wounded guardian off the ground, much like a child picks up a small insect. It kept a tight grasp on the helpless man, squeezing more blood from the wound. With the captain's two free arms it produced two crackling sabers. The warlock petrified with fear cannot struggle free. The captain savors every moment of fear as it aims the pulsing swords at the guardians throat. The swords flew at their target. But in a split second, one is deflected by a sniper bullet. The captan loses his stance. The titian launches himself at the sends his fist rocketing into his enemy's face. The towering foe howled in pain as he released the warlock. Clutching his face he looks up to see the three guardians who now stand before him... Regaining his composure and cosmic energy welling up in his palm the warlock says: "now it's personal..." (I want to apologize for the bad quality, writing on an iphone can be stressing)