In a Hive labyrinth, six Guardians traverse a lightless corridor in search of an escape. The Defender takes point when a shadow darts across the dim lit doorway ahead. "It's just a thrall." says the Striker. "Not so fast. They have lightswitch." The Defender faces forward again and takes a step realizing too late that his footfall triggered a trap. "Drop!" the Defender barked before enormous axe blades swung out from both sides of the wall and vanished as sudden as they came. "Is everyone all right?" The Defender asks as they rise to their feet. "Guardian down." says the Bladedancer, coming out of stealth. Everyone looks to the Warlock, slumped over and bloodless, hands reaching at the new space where her head should be. Silence passes. "We have to move--" The Gunslinger throws an arm over his eyes as did everyone when their downed friend bloomed with flames of pure Light. The spectacle ended and the Sunsinger stood, luminating the hallway with fiery wings. "Yea, I'll need you to make some orbs in the next room. Shall we?" They carry on but she whispers to the two Hunters. "[i]Sunsinger master race[/i]"