The Drifter paced in the empty space surrounded only by the whirling sound of the transmat. "Does she know? Like does she fucking know? How could I deny him entry? He's a Guardian too, but a big ass mother fucker. Like does he...? The Titan from the other team walked out and was replaced by a warlock but-" He suddenly patted his body down. "I have everything, those little shits, big and small will steal anything shinny... Hey yeah, uh... your invasion portal is open. I'd have one of the little guys go- Or not. Jump your big awkward ass straight through and- DAAAMN! The fastest snipe I've seen, Okay, wow! You bring me motes so I don't even care right now! That's two down! You better hurry up before you get sent back-"
"Shit!" The hunter with fifteen motes ran around the corner and then gasped, looking up at the Archon Priest.
A direct punch from the Eliksni sent him straight to the darkness, and motes scattered everywhere, leaving the Drifter cussing.
Kasgan stepped over the Hunter's Ghost and headed straight for the Warlock who was already firing shot after shot into his armor.
His head was beeping, the warning signals saying his Arc Shield was getting lower and lower, before it shattered, teleporting him a step closer to the Warlock.
"This is not exactly fair game-" The warlocks words were cut off as the Eliksni's hand wrapped around her throat and slammed her to the ground.
"Then use your abilities." Kasgan snarled after her death. He closed his eyes, hating the trasmat feeling as he was sucked out of the area and tossed back onto his teams field.
"You big motherfucker, you took out the entire team! And you didn't do something freaky like eat their Ghosts or something..." Drifter yelled into his comms.
Kasgan snarled, "What is a 'motherfucker'?" He was getting to the point where he would do about anything to get the Drifter to shut his mouth.
"You mean to tell me your warlock gal don't call you a- well I guess maybe she wouldn't. What does she call you?"
Kasgan dropped a grenade into a throng of Acolytes, "Daddy."
There was a sudden radio silence and the Archon could only smile; Finally some quiet.
Grabbing the motes the Hive had dropped, he noticed the sky had darkened to deep crimson, and the sound of a bullet not from a Hive weapon rushed passed his head. Quickly, Kasgan turned to see the red dot of a scope and he felt the second bullet tear through his armor, through his top left shoulder, shattering his over shield.
"Void shield is active." A soft voice spoke to Kasgan beyond the roar of his pain.
The Eliksni flickered and then vanished behind several rocks and knelt down, a purple glow around him for a moment. "Sheera, quickly, I have fifteen of these motes."
Appearing from the fluff on the back of his cloak, Sheera floated out from behind him, and quickly began pouring her Light over him to heal her Guardian. "This is a bad position. You've only got two eyes."
"Thanks for reminding me. I had almost forgotten." Kasgan growled.
"To your left!" His Ghost snapped, veering from sight to beneath his cape.
Looking up, to the Guardian who had rounded the corner, the Archon lurched forward to her throat and grabbed her once again, the same Warlock from before, and knocked her shotgun from her hand.
"You're only coming after me because I'm Eliksni-" Kasgan snarled.
Choking and kicking, the Warlock threw out her hand, which Kasgan grasped her fingers in his palm and tightened his grip.
