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Their actual priority hadnât been anything of huge value -- picking up patrol beacons in territory that used to be littered with those damn Fallen. If there was one thing that the two women had in common, it was the fact that they shared a mutual absolute-and-total-disgust for those bugs.
And, yet, as the day went on, there was no sign of them. Kind of disappointing, considering that Diah was actually hoping for a little bit of a scuffle. The big ones could be trouble, but the little dregs and vandals? A piece of cake and a fun target -- chasing them around and hearing them screech could make an entire afternoon. But there seemed to be none, and the two Guardians had decided to take a rest.
Helmets off, Diah was guzzling some water while Savri made a sharp, passing comment about this being a waste of time. When sheâd swallowed her last gulp, the titan laughed, about to reply when a shot rang out -- but she barely processed it, because the keenly-aimed wire rifle shot to her bare head downed her instantly.
The ambush came after that, while Diahâs ghost scrambled to revive her, the rest of the group moved in. A large band of Fallen, wearing freshly-died purple banners and led by an enormously sized Captain.
A few long moments passed before Percy was able to put his guardian back together, but nearly as soon as she was alive again, Diahâs feet hit the ground and she let out a loud yell of glee. True to her attitude, dying had long sense stopped bothering her -- ready to go as soon as she could get back into the fray.
A booming laugh came from behind her newly-replaced helmet, an enormous fiery hammer appearing in both of her hands. Sheâd gotten to the point where her abilities were easy to control now, at least, as long as she was careful. A few dregs rushed her blindly, but with a few quick swipes of the lightborn weapon, they were no more.
Behind her, she heard familiar gunshots, and she figured that Savri was handling herself. That was, until a blood-curdling scream came to her ears. A chill went through her body upon hearing it, form whipping towards the source, golden eyes widened behind a visor.
It wasnât a funny âhaha, Savri is scaredâ kind of scream. It was a legitimate, primal, terrified sound.
Quickly, Diah moved towards it, taking care of any of the smaller Fallen that rushed her on the way, tunnel vision in motion. It wasnât hard to find where the scream had originated from, quickly coming upon the scene -- Savri, on the ground, cornered against a rocky wall. She was crumpled over in pain, clutching her side, while the Captain that led the group loomed over her.
But the thing that Diah focused on the most, even from the short distance away. As the Captain threw his arms up, speaking in rough, bitter words, Savriâs eyes were full of legitimate terror, focused on the captain and not moving. Something absolutely defensive stirred up inside of Diahâs chest.
She tried to crawl away, but the Captain lunged forward, grabbing the woman by her cloak and tugging her up off the ground. As Savri came back to life, desperately trying to kick at the fallenâs hard plates, Diah sprung forward -- a few quick steps that turned into a run.
â Hey, ugly! â She boomed, right before she smashed into him directly, shoulder-first and hot with solar energy. His grip slipped, releasing Savri back to the ground as he was sent stumbling back, losing his balance completely and falling onto the ground.
The tables had turned quickly as the bug tried to scurry forward and escape. But there was little place for him to go, and Diah practically had him cornered without trying. Angry huffs of breath came from her mouth as she held out her hands, summoning her hammer of sol again -- much sooner than she probably should, but she didnât care -- and raised brought it down on the Captainâs head. Over, and over, and over, until the giant alien beast had long stopped thrashing.
If there were any other Fallen there, they quickly scattered the moment that they saw their leaderâs head being beat in. Diahâs gaze remained on the beast for a moment longer, making sure it was really dead despite the blood gushing onto the ground.
And, then, she finally turned around, eyes searching for Savri -- who leaned against the rock wall now. Crossing the distance with a few jogged steps, she came to stand right in front of her. Despite the small stain of blood on the side of her armor, Savri didnât seem to be in that bad of shape, and a strange prickle of relief came into Diahâs stomach as she offered a hand to help the other woman up.
â You okay, Princess? â