Professor BraveCole spawned into the tower, in obvious pain. He was laying down on his belly, grunting like he was near death. He slowly but surely started to crawl weakly, toward Shaxx. "Ughhh... Finally... After being tortured for so long in competitive... Must.. Turn in.. Quest..." Denizens of the tower looked at him with confusion, some even grimacing and walking away from the guardian crawling on the ground like he had lost his mind. Which wasn't very far from the truth. Brave spit up blood as he was approached by a tower worker. "Uh.. Guardian? Do you need help-" "Don't touch me!" He gasped. The tower worker reached a little forward, attempting to help him up. "I said don't -blam!-ing TOUCH ME! LEAVE ME ALOOONEEEE!" The tower worker sighed. "Look. I just mopped this deck and if you're gonna crawl over it like a madman, I'm gonna have to charge you." "CHARGE!? WHO SET THE CHARGE!? WHERE!?" He started shouting crazily. "DEFUSE IT!" The tower worker merely rolled her eyes, quickly remembering that dealing with this batshit crazy guardian was not her job. She walked away. BraveCole coughed and cleared his throat, crawling his way over to Shaxx's feet. "Oh my," Shaxx spoke. "I can't even begin to fathom the battles you've been through that resulted in you looking so battered. What'll it be, titan? Here to pick up some crucible bounties?" BraveCole grunted, reaching into his pocket. "No, y-you loud -blam!-.. Here.." He slid a piece of paper on the floor near Shaxx, and he bent down to pick it up. "Ah, wonderful!" Shaxx chuckled. "You've become fabled, and done just as I have asked, guardian. I think I know what you've came to claim." BraveCole just laid in silence with a blank face. He let out the occasional groan of despair. "The Luna's Howl is yours to wield now. Take it, and slay everyone who dares stand against you. You've earned it." Shaxx preached, dropping the weapon besides BraveCole's head on the ground. He weakly reached and grabbed it, clutching it in his sweaty hands. "It's mine.. It's finally mine.. After all this time.. I've completed the quest.." Shaxx shook his head. "Not quite, Guardian. That's merely a prototype, if you want something even more deadly, take that gun back into competitve and become Legend. Then, I will grant you the power only few will hope to receive.." BraveCole, upon hearing those words, wasted no time and took the Luna's Howl and stuffed the barrel into his throat and immediately pulled the trigger. [b][u]BANG![/u][/b] He laid there in a pool of brains and blood, and Shaxx stepped back a bit to not get his boots wet. "Well," Shaxx huffed. "I did say the crucible was no place for mercy. Excuse me, custodian!" The tower worker turned around. "Yes, Lord Shaxx?" "I have a bit of a mess over here! Would you mind?" The tower worker merely sighed, going to get a mop. "-blam!-ing guardians..."