Scout-749

The Exo's optics sensor or what could be considered an eye felt a sick connection to the ambush scope on his spoil of war, every look down it whispers? Voices? A glitch he thought with his auditory sensors. Maybe his brush with Crota had more of an effect after all then just temporary loss of limb. Not that it mattered now. Something in his mental matrix screamed for blood and ether, and he noticed something odd, every 3 fallen beheaded by the long barreled beast consecutively caused it to hiss with glee, materializing ammunition in the damned thing as a side effect. Scout-749 found it morbidly amusing, and his ghost found it good cause for questioning his light and possibilities of Crota's tainted blade corrupting it when he lost his arm pushing the sword bearing Hunter to safety during the incident. "Not now little light" the exo replied to his ghost with a foreboding smile. "Their is work to be done." He finished while realigning his optic sensors to the sight then downing a servitor busy attempting to fend off another guardian's flurry of fusion rifle rounds. After felling Two vandals with headshots effectively eliminating the other guardian worry of wire rifles the gun once again hissed and rested itself on the fusion rifle toting hunter as the darkness whispered in the warlocks ear. "DOOOOOooooooo it.....