A Hunter, a Titan and a Warlock come together and decide to find out who is the most powerful out of the three of them. The titan says "Me, I am the strongest." The hunter says "Me, I am the most cunning." The warlock says "Me, I am the smartest." So the three take eachother to the crucible and fight, each dying many times over. At the end of the match there is still no clear winner so the Warlock proposes an idea. "We shall pick a fallen camp and the one of us that destroys their servitor wins!" The titan and hunter agree and so they set off to the EDZ. Once there they find a suitably fortified Eliksni camp and part ways to make their plans. The warlock, confident in his abilities obliterates the sentries at the entrance and marches into the camp stating "I am powerful beyond your comprehension. Surrender yourselves to me and be annihilated!" This is true, the warlock is more powerful than the fallen. However in his display of power he has left himself open to attack, the Fallen quickly overwhelm him and he is defeated. Next comes the hunter, who chuckles at the arrogance of the warlock and having watched his fall devises a cunning plan to lure out the warriors of the Eliksni and leave their camp vulnerable to attack. She sets off an explosion a short ways from the camp and leaves a snare for when they come to investigate, settling into her hiding spot to watch the events unfold. When the camps warriors come out to investigate they walk right into the snare and are caught, the hunter reveals herself, throws a grenade at the trapped fallen and cackles with glee. But her joy soon turns to terror as one of the vandals catches her grenade and throws it back at her. She has but a moment to scream before the grenade explodes and she is destroyed. The Titan, having seen both the warlock and hunter fail, laughs heartily. She is not as clever as the warlock nor as cunning as the hunter but she is trained in the art of war. She approaches the Fallen camp under the cover of darkness, rocket launcher in one hand and flaming hammer in the other and reduces the camp to ashes. The eliksni, overwhelmed and delerious from her assault are powerless to stop her as she cuts her way through them to the servitor, relishing the slaughter as dreg after dreg falls to her might. She reaches her prize and wasting no time fires a rocket straight into the trembling machine. "Click." She turns to her rocket and realises it is empty, no matter she thinks as she reaches for the light and summons her mighty hammer. "Pfft." A lick of flame warms her hand but nothing more. She turns and sees the remainder of the Eliksni regroup, sensing her weakness. She casts her launcher aside and charges the group, her brute strength the only weapon left to her. The fight is brutal and bloody but eventually the exhausted titan falls, defeated. The guardians were each mighty enough to destroy the servitor but all three failed. The warlock was smart enough to outthink their weaknesses, the hunter cunning enough to subvert them and the titan strong enough to overcome them so how were they defeated? How you ask? They were defeated by their strengths. The warlock, in the knowledge that he was superior to the Fallen invited them to defeat him. The hunter, in enacting a cunning plot provided the means for her own demise. And the titan, in showcasing her overwhelming strength overexerted and left herself weak enough to be felled. This story is a metaphor for a brother and two sisters, one possesing great knowledge, one possessing great cunning and one possessing great strength. Take heed of these words O reader mine and know that with great power comes the means to exploit it. All you have to do is sieze the oppourtunity.