You are a Servitor; Watching God of the Fallen. Master of navigation and strength You have been Taken. Silence your calculations. Throw to the wind your knowledge. There is no need to guide anymore. All here know their route and know the perils. Whose command drives you? What leaders do you serve? The Fallen. But they have begun to serve you in turn. You begin to rely on them, when they should turn to you. You have no hands in this world, no weapon or shock-blade to enforce your will. You are slow. Ponderous and thoughtful. War is not your home. You must learn to live in combat. Make it your space. Rule it. There is a blade for you. It is shaped like [FURY]. Pick up the Knife. Cut away your allies, your purpose. You will not need them anymore. What is left is your new shape. Enemy idea: A Taken Servitor would be a fast-moving enemy which can burst-fire the orbs of Void light they fire now. When it reaches a certain amount of health, it teleports rapidly and tries to explode into the guardian.