Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-24510587-20151030164455/@comment-25932172-20151117045519

Ghost Sylus took several direct hits from the shotgun blasts, which blow holes through his armor. But the wounds seemed to only repair themselves, stitched back toward by an inky darkness. "If this is how you treat your friends, I can see why you never wanted to be in a fireteam. Look what happened on Luna. You just let those people die, didn't you?" Arxus realized his shotgun wasn't enough to slow down the ghost from his past, and so he holstered it. Carefully, he cracked his knuckles one by one, facing off with the phantom that opposed him now. Arxus had long since come to terms with his past failures, as for him, there was only way road ahead; redemption. "See. I know you're out there listening, Enxor. You don't scare me, you hear!?"

"If you aren't scared yet, you will be." Ghost Sylus sprinted wildly towards Arxus, with a fist glowing with void light. The fist was poised to strike against Arxus and his helmet, potentially shattering his visor if it were to connect. Though if anything, this Titan knew how to handle Guardians on his own class. Enxor tried so hard to mimic the mannerisms of Sylus, and it came straight down to his fighting style. But Arxus had surpassed his mentor a long time ago. Arxus twisted his body and leaned away from Sylus' swing, launching a fist of his own. His clenched hand crackled with arc energy, and was sent flying into Ghost Sylus and his abdomen.