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"More of them, really? I was hoping the Fallen would have just given up already!" It irked him really, how their numbers seemed infinite. Arxus dug the barrel end of his Shadow Price into the snow and peeked around the rock he was behind. The Fallen were fortifying their position across the snowy valley; it was clear things were about to become a whole lot more complicated. The last thing Arxus, or as he was sure, any of the guardians wanted was to be forced into a firefight with both the Cabal and the Fallen. They wouldn't survive that... but maybe neither would the Fallen. Snow drifts were kicked high into the air as the pikes raced across the valley. The titan Arxus carefully lifted his auto rifle and aimed.

"Not the best long distance weapon." He muttered to himself, aiming down the bright red scope of the rifle. He mentally counted how many pikes were inbound; two dozen, minus the few pikes that Orkim managed to take down. "Ghost, calculate the chances of the Cabal reaching the battlefield before the Fallen overrun us." Being one with his light, the Titan's ghost communicated mentally. "27 percent, at least. The House of Storms most likely knows about the incoming Cabal forces, so it's safe to assume that they've prepared for it." Arxus fired off a few rounds from his rifle; burst fired for maximum accurary. The last three bullets managed to nick a Dreg in the arm, sending them spiraling out of control. "27 percent isn't good enough. At this rate, we're done for."