Light. Exploits; Book I.

Part 10. Finding The Priest.

It was several days after burying Farah that I had finally left The City again. I had decided that I would work for its protection in my own way.
But try my best to distance myself from it.
Too many rules. Regulations.
Restrictions.
I believe that peace is obtained in a willingness to do anything.
And also through superior firepower.
Cayde had given me a tip to search for a forgotten Champion on Venus.
Said an old Titan exiled himself to find some lost treasures and disprove legends.
Hullabaloo.
But Cayde wasn't one to steer me wrong.
And his information is rarely off the mark.
So it was off to Venus I went. Off to find this "Priest".
I made the mistake of assumed Fallen.
Cayde smirked and assured me he was a Titan.
A little eccentric.
A lot unfiltered.
But that there was no one better to have at your back in a fight.
My ship left the serene blue warp tunnel and put me out at the other axis of Venus' pole.
I was not in the jungle-like tropics of Ishtar.
I was instead in the violent, volcanic region of the planet.
A region lovingly called Tartarus by the Vanguard.
Ghost, where are we? I ask.
Tartarus region. Volcanic and dangerous. But my scans indicate a Ghost and a strong presence of the Traveler's Light. Ghost affirmed me.
I nod silently and look out at the blue lava fields. Even the breeze is hot.
I hear the boom of a Fallen Skiff dropping down from orbit. I immediately duck behind a rock.
I brandish a Mida Multi-Tool. The tracker on the side blips to life as black smoke evaporates in from thin air.
Vex soon stomp along the ground, paying more attention to the Fallen than me.
Least I'm not important, I sigh as I move slowly between the rocks, keeping my eyes peeled for this Priest.
I heard the Vex and Fallen skirmish for a good long while; to the point Skiffs were inbound with a Spider Walker and there were 5 Vex Hydra's floating around the lava field.
Then I heard it.
Unmistakably was it a battle cry.
It was ridiculous.
It was over the top.
Perfect for a Titan.
My Ghost pointed him out but I heard him before I saw him.
GJALLARHOOOOOOOOOORN! I heard a loud voice boom from over the mountain.
I look up and down fall two rockets from a Gjallarhorn; their Wolfpack rounds decimating the enemies that survived the blast radius.
By the Traveler, I said almost scared.
I'd be lying if his scream didn't take me by surprise.
Then he fell to the ground like a meteor, washing enemies away in his Arc light.
Striker, I whisper. He was laughing as he punched anything around him to death but the Spider Walker was targeting him.
It's Arc Shot Cannon was priming.
I took my moment to make my own entrance.
I stood up and rested Mida on my shoulder and popped shot after shot into the Walker's leg.
It couldn't take much before it buckled from my weapon.
As it hunkered down to repair itself I threw a Nova Bomb at a team of stampeding Minotaurs.
The result was Orbs of Light.
The Titan ran for me, picking them up I had to assume.
Next I knew I saw him leap and charge his fists at the Walker.
Only to tear a hole through it and land on the other side.
I was in utter shock at his strength.
Not even Zavala was that strong.
It was dead all around us, and as the pieces flew from the Walker I had a clear look at the Titan.
He was hunkered down almost on all fours, possibly still reveling in his victory over the machine.
I reloaded my weapon and called to him.
Titan, I say loudly.
Trying not to be disrespectful.
But still trying to sound as proud as I can.
I can honestly say I've never seen a Wizard as good as you, he laughs. My Ghost picking up his comms.
I'm a Warlock, actually, I say annoyed.
Same difference. He laughs.
He stands up.
Fists of Havoc takes a lot from the body. That's why he was hunkered down.
Had to regain control of himself from the Light.
I holster my weapon as he stands full height.
Nearly 6 and a half feet.
I'm beyond humbled by his size.
He must think me weak.
Not bad for someone so small, he says walking to me.
I cock my head and look him over.
Purple armor with gold streamlines.
Helm of Inmost Light.
"The Light burns brightest in those it consumes."
I reload my weapon.
Still had 2/3rds of a mag left.
But needed to be sure.
Who are you? I yell.
Silence. The Titan stands back to me.
I'm getting annoyed.
But mostly scared.
His hands are ready again.
I can feel his Light.
Titan! I demand.
I raise my Tool and look in the scope at him.
WHO ARE YOU?! I scream.
I feel the universe bending to my scream.
Before I knew it he was slamming his fists into the ground and knocking me off my feet.
As I try to stand he is at my side kicking my weapon away.
As I reach for it he stomps my wrist, breaking it.
I scream. I've felt this before.
But it's different.
This Titan stomps harder than a Knight does.
He turns me over and kicks at my neck until he grabs it and point an oddly cold barrel of Fatebringer.
You point that at me again, He stars as he pulls back the hammer.
I will blow your fucking head away until your Ghost is faded of its Goddamn light!!!!!
My wrist throbs as my Ghost tries to heal me.
His helmets light is burning hot on my helmet.
That fact that I'm wearing Apotheosis Veil isn't helping.
Are we clear? He says plainly.
I pant and heave as my Ghost is re-breaking my wrist as he has to be sure he mended me right.
I get it, I gasp.
He stands up and puts his Fatebringer at his hip.
I'm heaving as my Ghost is finishing the breaking.
I manage to stand.
The Titan is handing me the handle of my Mida Multi-Tool.
And yes. I AM the Priest. He shakes the weapon as to say "take it already you fool."
I take it with my other hand as my barrel arm is still throbbing.
Now what do you want?