Destiny 2: The Story of Vorialis

4. The Battle of Six Fronts

Then the Battle of Six Fronts began.

As divisions of the Order were being organized for the coming battle, Vorialis made a request to remain in the more inconspicuous parts of the battlefield. He explained that he was not yet as experienced in large-scale fighting on the front lines as the others were, and would be more useful as a sniper with his bow and arrow. However, there was a deeper, more truthful reason: once Vorialis realized that their enemies were going to be the same monsters responsible for butchering Vorialis so savagely on his trek to the Last City, he became... afraid. 

Not just for himself, and the possibility of experiencing horrible death at the hands of these creatures again, but also for his new dear friends in the Praxic Order. He was desperate to avoid disappointing them, as well as embarrassing himself in front of them, by revealing this cowardly reason for staying far from the real fighting. And also, by staying far away from it, he wouldn't be able to closely see the enemies he'd be filling with arrows, and therefore avoid finding compassion in himself for them, just as he'd done with the dying bear. Regardless, his request was granted.

Despite his inexperience and fear for all lives present, Vorialis fought well in the battle, although he did die frequently. From his training, he'd managed to muster the Lightbearing prowess to glide like the other Warlocks albeit with a sub-standard degree of maneuverability, as well as manifest Solar grenades in his hands, which proved extremely useful whenever the enemies overwhelmed him.

His marksmanship, as well as his confidence in his own accuracy, improved with every faraway shot that he landed, and by the end of the battle, he had proved to himself and to the Praxic Order to be a capable sniper with his bow and arrow. 

Beyond that, the experience of fighting had also improved his proficiency with his Lightbearing abilities; he could now glide just as good as an average Warlock, and had become faster at generating more destructive Solar grenades. During the Battle, he managed to save several Praxic Warlocks; as an expression of thanks for saving her Ghost with a well-placed arrow, one called Mereen gave him a glass bottle filled with a strange liquid he dared not touch.

There was one particular moment, close to the start of the battle, where enough enemies came close enough to Vorialis's sniper's perch that he needed to leave it and reposition. As he did so, a large group of Fallen broke through the Guardian ranks, and descended upon Vorialis, who managed to fire two arrows before being killed. 

After being resurrected, he discovered that his bow had sprawled out of his hand, and the Fallen who'd surrounded him moments prior were now reduced to crumpled flesh and stains on the ground. A crater sat inches from where Vorialis lay, and there, wading out of it, was the largest Titan Vorialis had ever seen; Rezyl Azzir. The Titan marched away, kicking Vorialis's bow towards the Warlock as he passed, his fist crackling with Arc energy. Vorialis stumbled to his feet, and watched the Titan dive into another horde of Fallen, eviscerating them like a force of nature.

That Titan had, most likely, just dispatched all the Fallen who'd killed Vorialis so that Reine could resurrect him. If that Titan hadn't been there... who knows what would've happened to Reine, or Vorialis? The Fallen were enemies of the Last City. They had to be stopped. And yet... as the iron-clad giant's victims screamed and were silenced with his thunderous fists like they were nothing...Vorialis could not help but remember the bear.

As grateful as he was to this Titan, Vorialis could not bring himself to admire him.