The hunter rests his eyes as his ship auto-pilots to the arena. He hasn't had to "fly" since his ghost revived him in the middle of old russia, so he relishes the brief shuteye whenever he can. The crucible grows more tiresome with each return, but as the named champion of the New Monarchy, the hunter doesn't have much of a choice. He feels the quaking of the ship as they enter the atmosphere. Ghost once again proves a useful companion as he navigates the ship to the drop-zone. The hunter keeps his eyes shut until his feet hit solid ground. He falls to one knee as he materializes out of thin air, left hand to the ground, right hand close to his ear holding his cherished hand cannon. Without standing the hunter retreats behind the nearest cover and draws his Ice Breaker. The hunter can feel the rifle generating ammo, and he waits patiently for the active camo to engage. A few seconds pass and the hunter can no longer see his own rifle. He breaks cover and scans the vista. Gun-shots and grenades sound like fire-crackers in the distance, but the scope brings the hunter eerily close to the action. The wind swirls the red sand of mars and obscures the marksman's vision momentarily. As the sand clears he spots a titan running full-speed to the nearest bunker. The hunter chuckles (titans run slow), leads the target and squeezes the trigger. The titan bursts into particles as Ice Breaker claims it's first foe. The hunter draws his cannon once again, preparing to reposition. Moving with liquid grace, the hunter dashes forward. He keeps an eye on his radar as he moves across the battlefield, always listening for his foes, chanting his own mantra as he moves. "I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye. I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind. I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart." As the hunter rounds a corner he hears the sound of a shotgun shell sliding into a chamber. He knows that sound well. He can feel the presence of the warlock waiting just around the corner. His chanting halts briefly and the gunslinger leaps through the doorway. As he soars he swings his gun around to face the direction he just came. There in the corner is a warlock, shotgun in hand, ready to paint the walls with the blood of the gunslinger. The hunter's momentum carries him outside the shotgun's range, and in one practiced motion the gunslinger pulls his knife from it's sheathe and hurls it at the surprised face of the warlock. The warlock is bathed in flames as the solar charged knife buries itself deep in the mask of the dying guardian. The screams grow muffled as the hunter moves on, face grim, mind focused, carrying death with him. "I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye." The hunter knows he has just two more enemies on the field. He finds cover once again and crouches to gain his bearings. As he recovers he hears heavy footsteps approaching. The hunter draws Ice Breaker once more, feeling the weight of the full chamber, and aims out toward the footsteps. A tinge of fear taints the hunter's focus as his sights level on a real life goliath. A titan, clad in black and white armor with a terror-inspiring skull scratched into the near impenetrable chest armor is walking straight towards the hunter, carrying a heavy machine gun as comfortably as a woodsman bearing a hatchet. The titan walks arrogantly forward and begins to raise his death machine. The hunters fear- clogged mind clears as the behemoth approaches; he levels the sights on the titan's helmet and squeezes the trigger. As Ice Breaker looses it's battle cry, the titan reacts blindingly fast. He jumps into the air and throws his arms wide, and a void forcefield spawns into existence and ricochets the round back at the hunter, puncturing his cloak as the hunter dives to the side. The titan stands in his forcefield laughing, pointing at the hunter with his machine gun. The titan slides his finger across his neck as he moves toward the disoriented hunter. The hunter dives for cover as the tip of the titan's machine gun pushes through the force barrier and begins to shred the landscape. The slugs roar as they fly over the hunter. He can feel his cover disintegrating as the titan's bullets slam into it one after another after another. The slugs kick up sand around the hunter and he is temporarily blinded by the storm the titan is hurling his way. Blinded by sand, and deafened by thunder, the hunter frantically plots his survival. But in that moment, lightning crackles, breaking through the thunder. The titan's onslaught abates momentarily and the hunter takes advantage of the respite to see what he can. Hardly capable of vision, he lifts his head and squints his eyes. A flash of blue and a quick blur draw the titan's attention and he turns to face the new threat. Fast as lightning a bladedancer materializes just above the force barrier, and equally quick he lunges through barrier and stabs the arc blade twice into the titan. The titan goes down with laughter still on his face. The gunslinger sees this all happen in a split-second. Before the titan even hits the ground the bladedancer is moving. Lightning crackles down his arm as he dashes toward the gunslinger. The gunslinger feels fear course through his veins like fire. His limbs and chest burn in protest of his impending death. He lifts his cannon to his eyes intending to thank it for it's unwavering loyalty to his cause, when he sees it too is burning. "I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind." Without thinking the gunslinger aims his flaming weapon, his golden gun, at the bladedancer and squeezes the trigger. "I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart."