Sending love to all my Guardians, all my Guardians need love!

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His mind is reeling and his body screaming, underneath him the earth quakes with the force of his fear (or is it just him)? The gunshots around him are deafening and the fire of the burning buildings blinding. Each life bleeds from one into the next and he cannot any longer tell the difference between life and death as he dies and lives again, all of it running together as his mind tries to comprehend the chaos, as his light tries to push forward. All he knows is that his staff is not enough, the electric energy that runs across it and throughout his hardy frame is now more harm than help, shorting out his circuits from overuse; but he cannot bear to take a break, not when the legion of fallen are endless, not when there are still so many innocent lives at stake.

There is no harm in retreat, he’s told. No harm in leaving to fight another day. But he cannot make himself no matter how his mind strains underneath the weight of all that happens around him. If he does not continue fighting there will be so many lost - so many who will not have another day and he cannot bear the thought like he can force himself to bear the stress of the battlefield.

It is too much.

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The screams around Tobias are loud, almost deafening, but he cannot hear them over his own maniac laugh as he revels in the utter destruction. Cannot hear it over the sound of his own light forming beneath his fingers as he soars up into the sky, looking down upon the fallen like a vengeful god, feeling it dissolve into him again to heal his wounds before he casts it out once again, in the form of a falling star almost - though created from the emptiness of space, rather than the sun’s burning energy.

As he lands again there is a grin on his face, hidden beneath his helm and dimly illuminated by the fires that surround him. And he leaps into the sky - and does it again.

He clears them out hordes at a time, consuming his own light and throwing it out again, watching as his own creation of the void destroys anything caught within its - his grasp, like a madman, hungry for the destruction.

He’s almost too enthralled with his own enjoyment of such pure, unhindered chaos, that he almost doesn’t hear the call of his ghost.

“Guardian down!”

It grounds him quickly, his smile fading as he lets himself fall mid-flight, turning to see who had fallen with a seed of concern taking root into his heart. Another one lost? Light snuffed out from the endless enemies that begin to over crowd?

When he looks to the other side of the courtyard, he watches as the Hunter falls, and with them, his stomach, sinking like a rock into the ocean.

There is no question of what comes next, as he reaches out and he takes the first leaping step to the fallen Guardian, a hand outstretched with light forming beneath his fingers, pulling it in to his chest as it dissolves again and heals his wounds. In time for him to dive forward and pick up the Hunter - a small exo who’d caught him in a corridor not long ago - to bring him behind a rock, to bring him to relative safety.

For a moment he waits, watching for any signs of life as he cradles him, as long as he can, before he turns away with a frantic expression. The shadows on the walls are reaching to the sky and he knows the Fallen are closing in, so he takes a deep breath and soars up into the stars, reaching into them and taking the space inbetween, throwing it down to the ground so that it may pull the enemy in and tear them apart. It leaves behind only him and the hunter, as he lands gracefully to his feet again.

When he’s met with dull blue lights - which can only be his eyes shining through his helm - the same playful grin finds its way onto his face.

“I sure do hope that dying is not on your agenda.”

“The only thing on my agenda is to keep as many civilians alive as possible.”

“Then my friend, you are doing a poor job - in order to do that you have to stay alive yourself.”

The Hunter is frowning - he’s sure of it. Though it may be from reasons he does not expect, with the defeated posture that he has as he stands. Not many hunters carry themselves in such a way.

“That is difficult when you are on your own.”

RIP Savathun it was nice knowin’ ya 👋

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