After Shaxx’s introduction, the Guardian was transmatted into the match, the words “Rumble” still echoing in his mind.
He began sprinting. He drew his Riiswalker that he had acquired from Lord Saladin, and shot a nearby guardian. Every pellet landed; the opposing guardian dropped.
He looked at his radar. There was another enemy hiding behind the wall. He took cover. The enemy guardian peeked, and he took a shot with his new hand Cannon. He missed. The opposition peeked again, landing a shot on him, but flinching the guardian enough to miss his shot again. Suddenly, he had remembered the spheres.
He fired the cannon from the hip. A large sphere shot out and tracked the enemy guardian as he frantically dashed to avoid it, but he was not fast enough. The sphere caught him.
There was a streak of indigo light, and the guardian was eliminated.
Still something felt… strange.
“Guardian! What the hell was that?” Shaxx yelled at him from the tower. He’d been watching the match from cameras laid out on the battlefields. The Guardian walked over to the carcass of his enemy. He should’ve been revived by now. His body was burned, still burning. His ghost… was gone. It’s shell was shattered into pieces.
“Guardian, report to the tower immediately.” A familiar voice told him from the comm. He recognized the voice that had guided him through many a strike. He knew the stern tone his voice took when he was angry.
“Now, Guardian.” Zavala said. The guardian transmatted before the other participants could see what had happened.