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Avgust's pen raised from the piece of parchment it had been detailing on, filling out an official request of absence for the journey planned in Old Sweden. He capped his pen, taking the parchment as he folded it carefully. Taking out the metal sealing and closed it over the note. He brushed his hand over the detail of the three insignias, before taking the missive and sliding it into a pouch on his utility belt.

Svarog lit up, turning his blue eye towards Avgust before speaking in a rather concerned tone: "I just got a link from Shaxx..."

"I'm sure we will have time to speak to him later." Avgust replied calmly.

"It is important, he'd like to see you at once." Svarog pressured. Avgust shrugged, before saying: "We are headed over there now. Just let him know we'll be there soon."

Avgust looked at Svarog oddly, before looking towards the exit for the Hall of the Vanguard. He knew his Ghost well enough to know Svarog rarely mentioned things unless they were of seeming importance, or urgance. But typically, whenever people wanted to meet him it was a request from Zavala. What reasons did Shaxx have to summon him? To discuss a Crucible representative for the new Tower? To talk to a fellow veteran?

Avgust could only guess.

As Scythe was dragged closer to the Siren, the beam dragging him closer to it finally dropped—freeing the Hunter as the Vex slashed forward with its arm blades. Its ferocity and quickness was something to behold, something to be terrified of as it posed a rather tangible threat. The remaining Vex units fired upon him from a range, a few of them stepping closer to fire rapidly at the Hunter—computing this to be the most logical attack due to their damaged state.

The Vex fired upon Akreon until he sprinted out of their range, the Line Rifles still tracing him after having hit him only moments earlier. But nothing connected afterwards, as the Guardian broke out of their line of sight. The roared a mechanical roar, as a few Goblins marched towards the fleeing Warlock. Followed by a single Hobgolin, they set off to find the Warlock.