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Avgust watched as the commandeered Skiff took off towards the frozen swords, as he looked towards where the Cabal had fallen, covered by a thick matress of snow. One arm of the Ogre that had assaulted the Guardians laid motionless, sticking out of the snow as the shell of the creature began to fall to pieces. He looked to where the cliff-face once stood, broken and reduced to a boulder path large enough to permit the Guardian Fireteam upwards.

«Blin,» Avgust remarked in his native tongue, before turning to Arxus, and openning up a channel with Orkrim: "So that was «cyka», Stalker? We do not have time if Storms are heading for the swords. Make sure the Blades and the Flames know our destination, we take it through speed and force."

Speed and force. Avgust's thoughts instantly turned back to when he was taught about what was considered the bloodiest battle in human history. Speed and force, one rifle between two men... No land beyond. The Vanguard turned to where he would find Chorrin, scanning over the Hunter as he would then propose his question: "I am right to assume, you carried an old rifle with you when we first met, «da»?"