Fury-1 stood shakily in front of the Wall. It was dark, and the night was quiet. All around him lay the bodies of friends and foes alike, forming large piles of corpses like mountains. Just one hour ago, the Battle of Twilight Gap had begun. Fury had been deployed with his Fireteam by a Hawk pilot with much bravado. She flew them down aggressively into the middle of the fight, not two hundred yards from the Wall. His warlocks, Wolf-21 and Miris Tor, were preparing their Light and fortifying their energy. His Hunter, Tommin Dred, was simply loading his hand cannon, Sunshot. Fury himself simply put his SUROS auto rifle on his lap, and holstered a hand cannon of his own. His weapon today would be his fists. It’s what Strikers do best. The Hawk abruptly landed. “Time to go, Guardians! Good luck down there!” shouted the pilot as the fireteam spilled out onto the field. Immediately, Fury was greeted by a Vandal. “Goodnight,” he shouted as he punched the four-armed monster in its bulbous face, crushing its skull. Lifting his rifle, he got some rounds off into a Dreg on Wolf’s back, freeing him to toss a Magnetic Grenade onto a Vandal that gave Tommin some trouble. “Thanks!” they both shouted at the same time, then returned to battle. Suddenly, a loud whoosh overtook the battlefield, as a Ketch filled the sky, dropping innumerable more Fallen to the ground. Maria screamed. “They have me! They—“ A Dreg’s weapon poked out of the Awoken’s chest, killing her slowly. She died on commas for twenty minutes. During that time, Fury and the remainder of his friends held out against wave after wave of Fallen, eventually being pushed back towards other Guardians’ positions. One by one, Guardians began to fall. Wolf jumped into the air, casting a massive Nova Bomb and sending it into a crowd of Captains. The super was just what he emplacement needed to move the line, and charging forward, the Guardians gained a lot of ground. The next wave of scavenging attackers occurred, although as soon as they appeared, Fury led into their ranks with his shoulder. Out of ammo and luck, he led a charge of four Titans under fire support from Wolf, Tommin, and a few other Warlocks and Hunters. His fists flew, and soon, he jumped high onto the air, pounding the Fallen into the ground with his fists. The whole crowd, decimated, fell. The Guardians took their ammo, and braces for more. It wasn’t enough. As the day wore on, the Guardians would run out of ammo again. And this time, they’d have no fire support. Wolf and Tommin had both taken Wire Rifle shots to the head, killing them instantly. Fury himself was heavily damaged, with holes all through him. His back was almost literally to the Wall. His dead friends littered the ground... and the blade entered his chest. Everything was black. Now, years and years and years later, the Tower has fallen. Fury-1 would rise again. He still had his Light. [spoiler] Table of Contents: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/232942459/0/0[/spoiler]