The First Horseman

Introduction

"I'm just a Titan who punches stuff for a living."

Being alive for the best part of a century usually affords one wisdom and a sense of grace but for Adrich. . . well, it just gave him a list of things to do. Connect to all three paths of light. Punch one hundred Awokens in the face. Fight at the Twilight Gap. Simultaneously get Shaxx and Zavala to yell at you. Become one of the strongest Titans in your chosen subclass. Steal a Hunters' cloak without them noticing. It was a pretty long list and he'd ticked most of it off out of sheer boredom. 

He'd done his duty to the city with his Sentinel brothers. He'd joined The Sunbreakers for the hell of it. He'd destroyed Hunters and Warlocks alike in the Crucible with his Arc fists. There wasn't much that he hadn't done. He'd even come face to face with Dredgen Yor at one point, one of the few things he wished he hadn't done. None of it was interesting anymore. 

But when The Drifter called in one last favour he owed, things started to get interesting. The task was simple. Take out the last remaining Archon of the House of Storms and bring The Drifter its head. Simple enough. His Fireteam was up for most of anything and could easily take out one measly Archon from an almost dead Fallen House. But when in the history of being a Guardian was anything ever that simple?

It would become more complicated than the German Titan could ever know.