The four Guardians positioned themselves around the massive crystal in the middle of the room. As they stood, the ground shook, and they witnessed the summoning of a God. Or at least, the son of one. Far ahead of them, past the room and the bottom level of the area, where they had taken cover just minutes ago, the pillars and columns began to rise from the ground. They rose up, and one by one, began to piece themselves together to for two massive thirty foot tall curved pillars, almost resembling horns of some animal. As soon as they formed together, a green light lit up on the platform in between them, and spawned the Son of Oryx himself, Crota. He must have towered some twenty five to thirty feet above the guardians, wielding the sword that killed thousands of guardians. The guardians noticed the barriers had once again been brought up, all around them, and for good reason. Dozens upon dozens of Hive had them surrounded. They took up positions, two facing each side.
“See that? They’ve got us surrounded! The poor fools!” Laughed Dylan-10 as he lifted his gun.
Clay-19 asked Rajan over his shoulder,“Think you can pop that weird black hole nova bomb on Crota?”
“If only it were so. Sadly, I cannot. The nova bomb took its toll on me.” Replied Rajan.
“He can basically use it like once a day. Barely, at that. I’m honestly shocked he’s still standing.” Chimed in Dylan.
“Pity.” He responded.
As soon as he finished talking, the barriers went down, and all hell broke loose. Dylan-10 and Clay-19 threw grenades in unison, decimating the hive gathered on their side. The Warlocks did the same, throwing their grenades. All but two Knights were left on both sides. Clay ran and slid under the closest knight, jumped up, and onto its back. With one quick movement, he buried the knife hilt deep into the Knight’s neck. It shuddered once, and toppled over. Clay-19 looked over to see Dylan delivering bone crushing blows to the Knight, who could do nothing more than take the hits, the Titan giving it no quarter. Finally it fell under his onslaught. The two made their way to the Warlocks and witnessed Rajan with his fists glowing, delivering blows of pure void energy in the same fashion as the Titan. Finally he followed up with a few more blows, and placed his palm on the Knight’s face. A second later the creatures head whipped back, and its neck snapped, having been killed by a void blow. Skyler last to deliver a killing blow. He swung his weapon sideways, almost like a club, and stunned the Knight. Quickly switching to his fusion rifle, he shoved the muddle under the Knight’s chin, and held the trigger. The weapon fired a second later, completely obliterating the knight from existence.
Clay-19 retrieved his Gjallarhorn, quickly fixed the jam, and reloaded the weapon.
“You guys remember the plan?” He asked as they made their way outside.
The three nodded their heads. Crota could be stunned with heavy firepower, but not hurt. Only a hive sword held the power to harm him. At the center of the area, spawned a relic, undoubtedly by Crota, perhaps as a means to somehow even the odds. The three ran out and back towards the room, giving them a perfect vantage point of Crota, as well as Clay-19, incase he needed any assistance. As they did that, Clay jumped down, and grabbed the relic, feeling its power give him strength and light. As soon as he grabbed it, out from the nearby door came a sword-wielder. The three fired a volley of rockets at the Knight, and it was blown to pieces, as were many of the thralls near it. All that remained was its sword. The Hunter wrapped his fingers around the weapon.
Once again, the world around him warped and twisted, and he saw visages of his fallen comrades, risen once more. The Hunter leapt overhead before he could call out to stop him. All he saw was a sword swing, and his teammate cease to exist. The body fell in a heap some distance away. He lept up to the second level. The second his feet touched down, he snapped back to reality. Looking up, he could see the behemoth Crota was nearly upon him, sword raised. Clay blinked away, a technique some hunters picked up from warlocks, just in time. As soon as he did, a rocket impacted Crota’s side. Then another. He fell to his knees, and shielded himself with his free arm from another rocket barrage. Now was the time to strike.
