Wesson sped out of the cave. The alarms on his sparrow screamed as it started to catch fire. Before it could explode, he directed it at the crowd of fallen and jumped off. The group tried to dodge the sparrow, but it hit one vandal and carried him into two more before exploding. "Steerike!!!" Wesson shouted as he pumped his fist. He pulled out his auto rifle then methodically picked off the surviving fallen as they stood back up. However, while he changed magazines the fallen managed to regroup and steadily overwhelm him. "I do not think your plan is working." Aristotle said nervously. "Actually, this is working better than I planned." Wesson said as he tossed out an orb of electricity from which lightning chained through several fallen. "How can this be better than you planned?!" "Watch and learn." "Please do not say that." Aristotle said with fear. Wesson waited for the fallen to draw closer. Then he reached toward the sky. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning came down. It met his hand as if it was his faithful pet, and just like a faithful pet it attacked his enemies in a chaotic rage. Lucia and Geneva watched the spectacle from the cave. From there, all they could see was an explosion of light that surrounded Wesson like some kind of deadly ward. "I think that is our cue to leave." Geneva said as she spawned a sparrow. "But what about Wesson?" Lucia said with concern. Geneva quickly scanned the cloud of arcing fury. "His vitals are fine. We need to go!" She was nudging Lucia to get on the sparrow. They raced toward the Mothyards as quickly as they could. "Lucia and Geneva are away." Aristotle said over the comms. Wesson collapsed as the cloud disappeared. "Good." He was breathing heavily. Not too far off in the distance a skiff dropped off another group of fallen. "We're not done yet." Wesson said as he pulled out his sniper. "Please tell me you replenished snipes." "I did." "Good." He grinned as he sighted up. Fives shots rang out in rapid succession, and all five hit their targets. Wesson reloaded, and soon there after five more enemies dropped. He loaded his third magazine when he noticed red markers on the side of his radar. A group of dregs were coming up to flank him. He jumped up and hip fired the sniper killing one, then pulled out his auto rifle. "Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t! Go away!" He shouted as his gun sprayed out bullets. Three of the dregs went down, but there were too many. He stretched out his hands to cast bolts of lightning into two more, then turned to push back another. He had exhausted all of his charge. "You need to retreat." Aristotle warned him. A dreg came up behind Wesson to stab him. However, the dreg's arc blade did little more than recharge his arc energy. "Thank you." Wesson said as he spun around and blasted the dreg with lightning. "What was that Art?" "I think now is a good time to retreat!" "No survivors!" "What?" Aristotle screamed in panic. "No, no, don't do what I think you're..." Wesson reached up. "It's too soon! You'll fry your..." Another bolt of lightning descended from the sky, but this one did not reach for Wesson's hand. An explosion erupted above him as the bolt crashed into a skiff that was flying over at the wrong time. It's engines whirred, and its hull screeched in agony as it lost altitude. "Holy sh*t. No way." He said as he just stood there watching the fallen craft descend to its demise. "Did you just?" Aristotle was just as amazed and confused as Wesson. "Yeah..." Wesson nodded his head. "I think so." He looked at the fallen surrounding him, easily an arms reach away. There had to have been at least fifty of them. They were also mesmerized by the falling skiff. Some were scratching their heads, and others were saying in their language, "What the f*** just happened?" Then they all simultaneously looked at Wesson. Streams of electricity arced from his feet to his head, then to his hands from which lightning shot to the ground. Then as he raised his hands, the air around him cracked and flashed. "Boo." He said with his hands shaped like a monster's claws. The fallen panicked and stampeded toward the grottos once more. Collectively they shouted "Run away!" In their language. Table of Contents [url]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/169900931/0/0link[/url]