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The Reaver lunged through the corridor, shock staff raised high into the air. On his end, Fenrir calmly stood still with both hands on his sword's hilt, holding it just above his waist. As the Reaver came closer, a small hint of doubt formed in the assailant's mind. What was this enigmatic Guardian doing? The rage-filled Vandal didn't get to formulate an answer to this question, as in a single perfect arc, Void Edge split his shock staff in two and cut cleanly through his Ether tubes. The Reaver collapsed, half in shock, half in pain. Leaving the dying Vandal to uselessly grasp for his tubes, Fenrir walked over to Voriks, who was now beginning to regain consciousness.

"Voriks of House Blades, can thou walk? Guardian-Kell Scythe is here and will reclaim his throne. He needs you."

"Who art thou who maketh such bold claims? A lackey of the traitor-Archon?" The Captain looked at Fenrir, coughed, then continued with a slight tone of amusement in his voice. "Heheh, I had thou there for a moment. Give me a sword, and I'll behead the traitor-Archon myself. Where is the Guardian-Kell?"

"He is on this Ketch, gathering those of you who are loyal to his cause."

Fenrir helped Voriks stand up, then activated his COMMs.

"Scythe, I've retrieved Voriks. Where are you?"