The hunter stood, transfixed. He knew this fallen. How? It had been months and months... His Raze Lighter knew her more intimately... and yet here she stood. Alive. Breathing. Speaking English. Our hero sat behind the ancient Vex architecture, scouting out his prey from nearly a half mile away. [i]This won't be easy... She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't even be breathing...[/i] He retrieved his ancient pre golden age items from his satchel; he dusted off his Sony Walkman and inserted a battered cassette tape. Then headphones. This battle would take some motivation. He silently charged, concealed in smoke, with dope ass tunes blasting through the brain matter in his skull. [i] Straight outta Compton, crazy mother-blam!-er named Ice Cube From the gang called -blam!-z With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off...[/i]