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High above the Guardians, the Reaver Thraliks observed the battle taking place. He sighed as he watched his men getting shot down by the light-wielders. He had ordered them to ambush the Guardians when they entered, not to throw themselves to their deaths. Now, Thraliks simply backed away, making his way towards his master's location to report the failure.

Down at where the Guardians where, several Goblins and Minotaurs teleported their way to them. One of the minotaurs towered over the rest, clad in black armor with giant shoulder pads. It also had an extra eye above its normal one. It let out a burst of strange Vex noises, and started to advance toward the Guardians, its Torch Hammer primed and ready.

Bracus Vor'umic followed his lieutenant down to a tunnel, where several more Cabal waited. The tunnel contained an old Golden Age railway, magnetically powered. The Gas Breather engineers had modified the carriages they had found to be able to carry the weight of the Cabal. Vor'umic hang his slug thrower on his back, entered the train, and set off towards their temporary command center.