Seldom are the times a guardian has where he or she may avoid fighting. This was not one of those times. Even when inside the city, some people find that they have enemies all around you. Not Fallen nor Hive in sight, but people, humanity and all. Emerging from the Tower's hanger, Wargon removed his helmet from his metallic skull and gazed at the men and women walking back and forth. Ghosts hovering around like polygons of hardened light followed each one closely behind. The twilight was coming, the time where the darkness and light would fight until the end of time. It always reminded Wargon of what he was fighting for. The color's of darkness and light meshing together crafted a backdrop that made the Traveler appear like a heavenly body of its own. Walking through the small clusters of guardians, the Wargon's clock brushed against the ground before it he found someone stepping on it to pull him back. Stopping a step before his neck would be constricted, the robotic warrior turned to face the person that would dare place their foot on his clock. Pulling his torn and ripped mark from the ground, he lowered the hood and wrapped the fabric twice more around his neck. The grey and red clothe fluttered slightly he turned. Before him was a titan, a human by birth and by resurrection. Just like him, this man was a forced to be reckoned with. Yet far more self-important then the silent protector. "My apologies, wolf." The light skinned man said before finding a glare directed at the Exo. His armor was decorated like that of a Golden Age General. Small medals and trinkets showing great feats. The Titan found a smirk forming across his lips. "It has been awhile, Exo. I thought you would have been dead along with most of the robots on Venus and so." The Exo listened the man's mostly irritating voice before he gave mental sigh. "I am not a robot, Koel. As you should know." The Wargon stated before looking the other way. "If you excuse me, I have things to do. " With this final sentence, Wargon resumed his jot over to the Cryptarch. The blue Awaken was always a friendly man to all. The Exo found a similar nature in the man, one of curiosity. Koel sucked his teeth before turning back to his fireteam, planning some sort of attack on a Fallen base somewhere in the Eastern Floodlands. As for the lone wolf stood before the Awoken, his Ghost materialized a foreign sword from a Fallen Ketch. The Cryptarch took the sword with glee before looking to Wargon. "Do you know what this is? This is the Funeral Blade of the Archon! They use this each time a Leader dies. It is said that they strike their hearts with these, sending their souls....Somewhere out there to a Prime. Just by having this a person would strike fear into the Fallen!" Wargon nodded with great interest. "I will loan it to you for research, but I would like it back afterwards. I have some plans for that little piece." -Kinda just threw this together. Kind of a start to a short series-