Spread your wings. (Fan Fiction Contest)

Decay. It was a familiar sight to the Titan and Warlock, swallowed up by the ethereal towers, seemingly empty for the better part of an era. Suddenly the Warlock's hand went to his rifle, and shouldering it instantly, he stared down the custom holo-sight at the onyx figure inside the upper floors of a skyscraper. The guardians were hopeful. After all, the two assumed that the loner must be a fellow hunter in a perch. But they were wrong. A Cabal shriek came from atop the tower, and the unmistakable thud of legionaries were heard by the guardian's ears and felt by their legs. As the troops emerged from all sides, gunfire filled the air. The Titan rained his fists of havoc upon the steps of the old rail station. Dust flew several stories into the sky, obscuring the pair from sight. But there was no escape; the two were pinned, and they knew it. As the Cabal ceased fire, waiting for the dust to settle, confident that they had them surrounded, the guardians reloaded preparing for the hellish fight before them. For a moment, there was just swirling sand and silence again. Then, the thunder of a minigun pierced the sky, so loud that it seemed catatonic to the senses. Dozens of Cabal fell to the ground in an instant, the remaining ones struggling to fire on the spacecraft, which maneuvered between the colossal towers. The Warlock swiftly downed the stunned Cabal with a nova bomb as the Titan finished downed Cabal with his shotgun. It was over as fast as it began. And while the mysterious hero's ship continued on without a word, it was forever made legend to the other guardians in a way that transcends the stories they tell of it to this day.