Martin walked over the crimson dust with purpose in his stride. He'd only just become a guardian of the City and he was eager to prove himself. When the Traveler picked him, no one was surprised. The hulking man had been waiting for this moment since he was a child, staring up at the benevolent white sphere that hung low over the City that made him feel safe. The location he wanted loomed over him now. The Dust Palace. He was to eliminate the Cabal threat in the area. His new superiors wanted him to prove himself and he was eager to. His first kill was a great one. He heard a low grumbling and took cover behind a large rock. Peeking over the red-rimmed edge, he saw it. The Legionarre. Martin quietly unstrapped his machine gun from his armored back. Turning off the safety with a dull click, he shouldered it and took aim. It spotted him. With a great roar the Cabal rushed him with its monumental shield. The fresh Titan's quick wits saved his life. He took a run straight at it and slid between its legs! The gargantuan beast was slow to react and Martin took his shot. High caliber bullets ripped through the metal plate over the Cabal's back. It turned, wide-eyed, and raised its shield. Before it could strike though, it toppled like a great tree and lay there dead. Martin took a heaving breath, sweat rolling down his face inside of his helmet. He would have died if not for her. The roar of the fallen Cabal had attracted the other door guard. With greatly surprisingly light step, it shadowed over the proportionally minuscule Titan and raised its shield. Martin turned and knew he'd -blam!-ed up. The Cabal managed its version of a smile and...alien blood cascaded from its fat throat as a wide steel blade pierced through it. Falling like a rock, the Cabal thundered down and revealed his assassin to Martin. The Huntress sheathed her combat knife and held out a hand to him, "Hi! I'm Fália."