Advent of Chaos

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Mora didn't have anything to say. No desire to speak in those moments as she stepped back from the man, her fists furling and unfurling-- as she was debating on whether or not she wanted to attack him. Though she knew, as the Traveler's humble servant, the Speaker could not be harmed by any guardian.

No loophole to be found.

~

The Hunter's fine silken cloak swayed ever so elegantly in the air he'd dashed through, his white hood pulled far over his helmeted face. Even part of his visor, the purple void essence-- was covered. He landed atop a worn metal platform covered in red dust, the familiar scent of Mars filling his lungs as he crouched just at the edge. Below him, the light peaking in through the cracks above-- dark orange rock-- shone on the floors, allowing them to shift in value, lights and darks mixing in the layers of sand that blanketed the steel floors. He took in every detail, every irregular pattern-- the large boot-prints of Cabal Legionaries that scattered the floors. Distantly, Cabal speech could be heard, approximately ten or fifteen of them, the Hunter concluded. Remaining in cover, he pulled out his ghost-- the shell glinting faintly with light as the Hunter quietly spoke through the COMMs.
"Full assessment of the approximate amount of Cabal below." The Hunter's deep, quiet voice barely brushed the shell of his ghost as he spoke-- trying to avoid being discovered.
"Right, Uriel." Was all his ghost said as it flickered with a blue light, hovering just over the platform's edge as a red and black diamond.
After merely thirty seconds, it turned back to him-- hovering over his shoulder as it spoke.

"Fourteen foot soldiers-- Ten of them Legionaries, three Centurions and the last-- Your target, Ss'll Sh'Karr."

Uriel smiled wickedly behind his helmet.

The great pounding of heavy footsteps on the metal floors flooded into the quiet antechamber to the Dust Palace, allowing him a moment to skip from one end of the room--his platform-- to the next. And the next, until he was positioned in the centre of the hall frame just above where Sh'Karr's troops would emerge. His ghost vanished with a flash of blue particles, and left Uriel to deal with the Cabal himself. It had been his mission, as assigned by the bounty worker. He didn't much care for what the Lieutenant had done to gain such notoriety, he just needed the cash-- and he was bored as hell.

"Guardian, or assassin?" Uriel hummed to himself, his gloved hands tightening at the edge of the platform as the Cabal approached. He watched the large, steel-armored creatures tread out without haste, the heavy plated metal protecting their bodies allowing them to appear taller, stronger. Though Uriel knew within those suits, they were just as weak as any other enemy. Once they all stood below Uriel, his fingers slipped along his belt, feeling for a grenade. As his hand met with nothing, he refrained from grumbling curses to the darkness, his mind shifting. So, he'd use a more difficult way, then.

With a quick, calculated move, the Hunter jumped out over them-- the whoosh of his shifting a sound that alerted them immediately, making the Cabal look up at the falling assassin. But quickly--from within the void--Uriel pulled out a long, pulsating violet bow, quickly drawing an arrow of void energy and sending it straight down into the face of a Centurion. Instantly, bullets flew his way, but were hindered by a twisting purple void orb-- binding all of the Cabal together in a prison of energy. They were almost immobile, save for their struggling and agonized growls that escaped as they attempted to do so. Before Uriel fell, he tossed a knife into the face of a bellowing Legionary, watching it as its head was thrown back-- bluish-grey blood spraying everywhere. Uriel would have vomited, were he not used to seeing much worse things, anyways. Years of this, as a Hunter with little mercy, had changed his viewpoint on things-- including his battle techniques. He ran through every move like they'd all been rehearsed a million times before.

Uriel slammed against the ground, a pile of red sand softening the fall. While the tether held together all of the remaining enemies--including Sh'Karr, he tore his scout rifle from his back, aiming and shooting as many of the Legionaries in the face while they were still vulnerable. Blood sprayed from the heads of each that fell, until nine fell-- and only the two Centurions and Sh'Karr himself remained. Their shields had been up-- he realized as he unloaded an entire clip into one of the Centurion's chest-plates. The beast barely staggered back.

Then the tether wore off, and the orb of void essence vanished. Bullets were fired his way-- and one drove itself deep into his shoulder pad. Not close enough, good.