One Thousand Enemies, cpt 2: Explanations

Hello! I have decided to continue this series, cause why not? I will try to post as much as I can. Thanks! -------------------------------------------------- Goddamit!" Stuart mutters under his breath. "Why did you have to be here, of all places, at the heart of Fallen territory?" Meanwhile, I was fighting with the...Fallen, I guess? The thing lunged at me, with two shimmering blades that I guessed were made out of arc energy. I barely rolled out of the way as it swiped at me with one of it's lower arms. Did I mention they had four arms? No? Ok. My hand fell to my waist, and I removed a small knife, about the size of my hand, from a leather pouch. The second time the Fallen flew at me, I was ready. I ducked under its arms, and shoved my knife straight into his gut. A white substance poured out of the wound I made, only to be blown away by the wind. "Damn," I whisper. I had never taken a life before. Well, I guess it's have now, since I'm alive. Stuart flew up to me, expanding it's shell in excitement. "Well done!" He exclaimed. "Quite a good first kill, if I do say so myself. By the way," He turns around and looks at me. "Where did you get that knife?" I look at the blade in my hands. "Well, I..." There's a memory, of a old man, maybe a family member, gifting it to me. But, all the names and faces and details were blurred. "I don't really know." I glance down at my feet, and see they are covered in some sort of white armor. I glance at my arms and chest, and see that they are covered, too. "Since when do I get armor?" "Well, I was able to make you some very, very weak armor from the armor materials on the Fallen vandal's body." "Ok." I glance down at the body of the Vandal, and see a sort of pistol lying next to it. I fire off a few shots, and discover that it shoots arc as well. "This will do." Stuart looks around nervously. "I think we should start moving out of Fallen territory," he says. "Before something bigger finds us." "I assume that it is too late for that," A voice states from behind us. "Because I am here." *********************************************** I turn around, and find myself face to face with an exo. I was surprised, but I don't know why. There was something there, a memory... But it slips from my mind. "Who are you?" I ask timidly. "My official name is DX-10, but I think Dee is better. I am a guardian, a warlock of the order of the Praxic Fire. And my ship was shot out of low orbit by a Fallen ship, and all of my communication devices are broken." "Wait, what's the tower, what's a warlock, and what's a guardian?!" Stuart materialized right in front of me. "It's probably my place to tell him about it, since I'm his Ghost and all." Stuart made a sound like clearing his throat. "So, you are a guardian, a being resurrected by the Traveler. Through this, you are able to wield the Light, though everyone uses it in a different way. They were loosely grouped into three classes: Hunter, Titans, and Warlocks. You, Arthur, are a Hunter, who stalk their enemies from the shadows, or from a distance. There are also Titans, who are basically living walls, and Warlocks like Dee here are basically space wizards. The Tower is a place where guardians go in the last city, which resides under the tower. That covers it for now." He glances around nervously. "Can we please go now?"