Ana looked to the sky, and hissed through her teeth as she saw the even larger island descend. Fuck, and this was after power had been lost, and after all of the initial chaos that these “NULL” shitheads had started. Damnit, where was Rasputin and his Warsats when she needed him-

Oh. It just... stopped. Well, at least she, along with everyone else who lived here, didn’t have to worry about being crushed alive. (In reality, she’d come back, but she hadn’t seen any other Guardians yet, and she didn’t like the thought of being alone, with only Jinju for company.) Maybe things wouldn’t go straight to hell-

Uh oh. Those pink beams couldn’t be anything good. She tensed, mentally telling Jinju to stand by for a resurrection, just in case those were guiding beacons for some sort of missile-esque weapon (or weapons)-

Oh, fuck. That was even worse! 

Formless things manifested from wherever the beams struck, and shapeshifted into... well, it seemed anything was fair game. Some things, admittedly, she didn’t recognize, some things looked like they came right outta some cartoon or book, but there was no mistaking the forms of Fallen, Cabal, and especially no mistaking the forms of various Hive. She doubted they were the real deal, but upon seeing them fight, it was obvious that they were just as much a threat as the real deal. Shit, how was she going to stand a chance against an army like that with just her strength, regeneration, resurrection, and a Traveler-damned wooden pole for defense-

Until she felt it. Just like when the Light returned after the Young Wolf killed Ghaul and woke up the Traveler. Her powers were back! Eyes aglow with Light, a downright demonic grin came across her face. It was only widened when the full array of her weaponry appeared all around her. The IKELOS weapons all around her, Sleeper Simulant on her back, and Polaris Lance in her hand... it was as if she’d never lost them in the first place! She had Jinju transmat what she couldn’t carry on her person away, just in case. Now, time to look for some trouble-

Well, that didn’t take long. A Cursed Thrall was about to sneak up on some old guy in a large suit of blue armor (almost like a Titan, but she wasn’t sure he was a Titan), and he didn’t seem to notice... 

“HEY! OLD MAN! WATCH OUT!” She called, before drawing one of her knives, infusing it with her Solar Light, and throwing it with an aim only years upon years of practice could grant her. It landed square in the center of the Cursed Thrall’s forehead, leading to the Hive creature exploding violently with a pained shriek. The explosion proceeded to also take out quite a few of the surrounding creatures, and after the explosion finished, Ana deftly maneuvered from her perch closer to the armored man, and smiled at him.

“Do you know your way around guns? I’ve got a few I can lend to you for the moment, if you want. If nothing else, two fighters is better than one, especially against a swarm of Hive!” She offered. 

There are some things in the world that wouldn’t impress anyone. However, Caspar wasn’t that sort of person, easily becoming amused at everything he has seen. What this place had to offer him, and what he can learn from it. Cars that drove by instead of people riding horses, buildings that rose high enough, but not as much as a castle. It’s the little things that one might not come to appreciate that has the boy curious about anything and everything.