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(L-L-L-L-LET'S GEEEETTT REAAADDDYY TOOOO RUMMMMBLLEEEEE!!!)

Sauron waved Breonn through, keeping a close eye on the surrounding area. Suddenly, he noticed movement further up the valley. Shadowy shapes shimmered and seemingly split in two as they moved single file towards the station. Sauron tapped the side of Glasshouse twice, activating its magnetic view overlay. The Fallen Vandals lit up like it was daytime, their cloaking devices struggling to function in the whirling blizzard that had suddenly kicked up. Sauron proceeded to line up his sights with the lead Fallen, whose headgear marked him as a Captain.

"Cocky, aren't we? Time to remedy that."

The low, solid "DRAK-DRAK" report of Red Death cut through the blizzard like a knife through butter. The lead Fallen dropped like a rock, and the others pulled back behind a small boulder formation, no doubt plotting Sauron's end. He gestured to Ex.

"Music, please. Make it ancient."

The opening strains of John Williams' The Imperial March echoed for miles as battle was joined.