Earlier tonight I was patrolling the moon, and a sword bearer appears behind me after I just got done with a public event. Low health, no super, no grenades, no heavy. And I was a level 12. Just as the sword was about to connect with my skull and devour my light, a massive explosion erupted from the cosmos. This was followed by a dozen smaller explosions, which in turn killed my would-be undoer. I wiped the sweat and steam off of my helmets visor, and peered into the distance. A man stood on a hill before me, shouldering a still-smoking Ghorn...he had saved my life, and kept my light from being banished to the Darkness. I ran to him, in shock and awe of what a powerful attack he had unleashed upon my nemesis We then proceeded to dance, his robot no longer funny but a bold display of wisdom and might. I felt very grateful, so I decided to use moves I had learned as a pole dancer in clubs in the Tower. Letting him see my slender curves was the least I could do to repay him. He then waved at me, summoned his sparrow, and drove off into the Hellmouth, surely about to unleash more punishment upon the minions of the Darkness. Those foes do not comprehend the destruction that is about to befall them.