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Scythe snuck across the cooling warzone. Already, Psions were starting to separate the Fallen and Cabal dead, and salvage machinery. He stopped to retrieve data from a dead Servitor, his Ghost recording it's dying calculations. He passed some Phalanxes that were sledding on their sheilds when he saw something. An all-black Exo dissapeared around a rock formation.

"Oh god no." Scythe blanched as he raced for the ridge. Reaching the top, he summoned his Pike and sped off.