Prison of elders 34, we gazed upon the vex might that was Qodron, before the nerf, and hurried left to what shall be known as 'the spot'. Bunkered down under a hail of hobgoblin fire, we were faced with a grim choice. To stay and use ice breaker enabling us to kill the eye from afar, and break the unbreakable containment bubbles, or to use Gjallarhorn, and make this a swift fight to the last wolf pack round. We chose the latter, but alas we had no such rocket of power. Realising our folly came all too late, as with shotguns equipped, although mighty, we could not get the range from the spot to dispatch Qodron's eye. His gaze fell upon us...found targets we were. We were enveloped in the mesh of containment, struggle as we might, breaking free was a futile endeavour. Our fate was met. My vision slowly faded to grey, like that of white noise on a TV screen. I accepted this, and cursed Variks for persuading my ego to attempt the impossible... Yet, in the corner, a slither of text appeared as a angel out of the night " SmoggyPluto has joined your fireteam SmoggyPluto is searching for targets " The containment meshes rose and reformed around Qodron. Left with no choice he had to shot his way out, the splash damage from his own gun crippled him greatly. Qodron knelt. We had seen this before and it's a reflex by now, reach for the rockets, and bang out a synth. Only, what appeared in the synths place was a singular Gjallarhorn synth. No time to spare it was used, we each beheld this glory that was now a Gjallarhorn equipped. Qodron was hammered with rockets and his last dying breath could be heard "Crota, hard checkpoint, must be 34 with max gally,LFG..." Stunned, my fireteam and I pressed on to the welcoming congratulations from Variks and dropped into the chamber below. All seemed normal. The first member opened the chest on the left, the second on the right, nothing untoward. Finally I stepped up to the last but laid down my treasure key, water in my eyes I knew it was not me who had defeated Qodron. A voice, soft but commanding spoke "you are worthy" it said. The chest creaked open to reveal SmoggyPluto amidst the glimmer, he spoke no more words, had no more to do, pulled out his ghost, and left in a shroud. In his wake... 999x heavy ammo synth for the newly acquired Gjallarhorns. My console then froze and was unable to record.