There is much potential here if you would only seize it; [b][u]Hunter:[/u] ([i]Void drifter[/i])[/b] as all other hunters of the past, they use their skills to track their prey and bring them down quickly. Using traps and dark powers to ensnare their foes, and then lay them low with the poison that is the void light. As they become cornered, surrounded on all sides, they inhale what would be their last breathe. As the shadow of death draws near, the void erupts from within and bathes the battlefield with a cloak of sorrow. The minions of the darkness become blinded by the nightmares that now surround them. As the hunter draws near, knife in hand, to end the madness. [b][u]Warlock:[/u] ([i]Storm chaser[/i])[/b] The first sign of their coming is the distant thunder, the second is screaming of the dead and dying. Visions enter their minds; childhood nightmares long since forgotten return, as the beast drawls near. The warlock enters the room and their doubts vanish for but a moment, as their rage takes hold, and one by one they fall. Shot after shot is fired, and yet still more bodies litter the floor, until an opening is found to end the bloodshed. THERE, at last...this Warlock has seen their last sunrise, but before the final blow can make it's mark, the frail creature raises its hand and a bolt arches forth to ends their hopes of victory. A call for aide is made and many hands now join the fray. Surrounded, low on ammo, and no where to hide the battle favors the fallen once more. To their surprise the warlock begins to spin, amused by the pitiful dance, they swarm unaware of what is to come. As the Warlock is soon to show them, the calm before the storm has already passed, and the guardian lets forth a call...a call to arms, a call to ruin, and there before them rises the mist, rises the thunder, rises the last breathe of the gods. The storm swirls around them, and for but a moment, they see within the eye of this storm... a peace, a light of purity only found within myths and legends. [b][u]Titan:[/u] ([i]Blitzer[/i])[/b] There are many tales of great champions, whose final act within their tale was to seize victory with their own hands. No blade can cleave a foe, nor gun end a era of darkness like the [i]Lance of Light[/i]. Behold the [i]Flames of Truth[/i] as foes burn to ashes from within, or lay the various twisted imaginings of the darkness with the many spears of the [i]Flames of Valor[/i]. Watch in wonder as the sun rises in the darkest of hours, as the [i]Flames of Hope[/i] raise the very monsters children fear at night to the ground with the death song of a ignited star. The path of the Titan may not seek the mysteries of the traveler's light, or prey upon instinct as the Hunters, but when push comes to shove a Titan brings the hammer down. In case their might fails them, a well placed grenade does the trick nicely. There are many guardians, but few have seen these flickering light become beacons of hope in such dark days, can you stoke the embers and become legend?