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He was dying Aquarius had picked a fight with a kell. One of the strongest things he had ever seen. Aquarius was losing. As the kell dangled the piece of scrap metal by the throat, Aquarius gave up. As he expected die, a spark of light appeared in his hand, it felt good. He could morph it in his hand, he felt a knife was good enough to save him. As he morphed the knife in his hand, it started to spark, but he paid no mind. He thrusted the knife straight into the throat of the kell. The fallen stopped laughing, they hissed, they ran. "Damn, not even some cool piece of loot? Get back to the tower guardian." Cayde's voice buzzed in his ear. Aquarius could rest easy now. [spoiler]open to anyone who wants to branch out![/spoiler]