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"This is it, aye? Our final battle against the Storm. This is what they've been searching for all along, and I'm damn well ready to deny them their prize. No rotten Fallen will get the better of me. No offense, Karak." The Titan lowered his weapon, gaze set high and towards the Swords beyond. He was right, just as his thoughts proceeding had dictated. It was a long road, but the conflict seemed to be drawing to a final, explosive conclusion.

"It's probably going to be close-quarters in there, so shotguns and fusion rifles might be advised. If the Storm tries to bring in any reinforcements, I'm sure the Flame and the Cabal will back us up and take care of them." Arxus added, conveying his own understanding of the situation. He turned towards his fireteam and nodded. "It's been a long time coming."

"Ghost?" Arxus called out this time, turning away from his allies.

"Yes sir?" The small machine had popped out from nowhere.

"Engage a wide radar mode. Tag anything that isn't Flames, Blades, Cabal or Guardians. Relay all the radar pings back to everyone else. We sure as hell aren't going in there blind."

"The snowstorms may interfere, as well as if the Storms are running any jamming frequencies. I'll see what I can do, Essal." The Ghost dematerialized into Light.

Arxus turned back to his fireteam. "It's been a pleasure working with you all. Avgust, Breonn, Scythe, Chorrin, Bayros. You too Orkim, if you're listening. Even if we don't finish the Storm here, let's give them a battle they will never forget."