Greetings, Guardians, and here's part twenty of Doom of the Dragons! Here's [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/241179149?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1]part nineteen [/url]if you missed it. As usual, if you like it, give it a bump, and I'll get more out soon! Stay classy, Guardians! Cupun walked towards the perimeter of the village, with no particular destination in mind. All he knew was that he wanted to get away from that stupid meeting. “Cupun?” his ghost said. “Cupun!” “What?” the titan growled. “What’s going on with you?” he asked. “Nothing,” Cupun replied gruffly. “Then why are you so angry?” he asked. Cupun began to answer, but then stopped. Because he didn’t know. All he felt was a burning rage inside of him, and he wasn’t sure why it was there. But he didn’t particularly care either. He continued walking. “You could’ve handled that meeting better,” his ghost said. “Our goal is to save these people - not alienate them!” “Why?” Cupun said. His ghost was silent for a moment. “What?” “Why?” Cupun growled. “They don’t want to be saved. That’s clear enough. I’m not going to bother worrying about a bunch of hillbillies to stupid to realize that this place of theirs will be destroyed one day.” “Cupun!” 
 “Save it, Ghost,” he said. He stared up at the twilight sky. The stars began to sparkles the sun vanished below the horizon. Suddenly, a large portion of them disappeared behind a large shadow. Cupun frowned. “What the -“ Suddenly, blue mines, sparkling with lightning, fell from the shadow, blowing Cupun off his feet. He landed flat on his face. Then, shaking his head, he looked up, and saw the shadow for what it was. A Fallen skiff. Looking around, he noticed several of the buildings around him had also been damaged in the explosion, and had begun to catch fire. He could hear the screams of the freshly-awakened occupants. Cupun shut them out. He had to concentrate on the immediate problem. The Fallen. Two more skiffs appeared overhead, and Fallen began dropping out of them. Before long, there were at least forty aliens in the streets of Erindale. Cupun did the only thing do, and fired. He’d killed two of the Fallen before they even noticed him. Turning towards him, they returned fire, and Cupun dived through the window of a nearby building. Not pausing even to think, he began firing through the window at the invaders. “Over here! Over here!” someone shouted. Cupun looked up. Some villagers with weapons were rallying near the wall. They opened fire on the Fallen, killing several. One of the Captains looked over at them, and held up a fist. The Fallen immediately took cover behind the nearby buildings. Cupun frowned. Something wasn’t right. The Fallen had clearly planned that retreat. The Captain holding up his fist was a signal. But for what? A fourth skiff emerged from the Darkness, something giant clinging to its underbelly. Suddenly, just outside the palisade, the giant thing detached, falling to the ground. Cupun realized what was happening. He looked out at the defenders. “Get out of the way!” he shouted. “Run!” The villagers either didn’t hear him or choose not to heed his warnings, because they kept looking at the fourth skiff. Suddenly, the section of palisade in front of them exploded, knocking the villagers off their feet. When the dust cleared, the Devil Walker that the skiff had deposited was clearly visible, its cannon pointed into the village. Fallen streamed into the village through the fresh gap. Before the dazed villagers could react, the Fallen overran them, killing them as they lay on the ground. The walker then took aim with its massive cannon, and fired on a nearby house. The wooden structure didn’t stand a chance against the massive artillery piece. It exploded into kindling, sending shards of wood every which way. Suddenly, Cupun heard the sound of gunfire coming from the center of town. He looked through the window, and saw a bunch of villagers running towards the Fallen with weapons, Marcella and Kim at the head. Cupun jumped through the window, threw up a barricade to shield himself from the Fallen, and ran towards them. When he reached Marcella, he skidded to a stop. “What happened?” she asked. “They started bombing the village from the skiff,” Cupun said. “Drew most of the guards to them. Then, they blew through the wall with that walker, and slaughtered them.” Magnus suddenly ran up to them. “What happened?” he screamed. His eyes were wild. “How did they get past the walls? I - I had my men guarding it -“ “Your men can’t stand up to tanks,” Cupun growled. “They’re dead.” Magnus blinked. “What?” he said in a very small voice. Cupun ignored him. “We need a plan,” he said to Marcella. Marcella glanced at the stunned Magnus, and then winced as another building exploded. She turned to Kim. “Any ideas?” Kim looked at the battle. The villagers had engaged the Fallen, and were doing their best to fight back. But there was only so much that they could do with antique rifles. “The Walker is the priority,” he said. “We won’t be able to get the Fallen out if that thing is still moving.” “Agreed,” Cupun said. “Any ideas on how we do that?” Kim looked around. “It can’t maneuver effectively in these streets,” he said, “not with all the buildings in the way.” He pointed. “That’s why it’s destroying the village. It’s trying to make room so that it can progress to the center of town.” Boom! Another building shattered into splinters. Marcella nodded. “So, what do we do?” “We keep the walker distracted up front,” Kim said. “And one of us flanks around, and tries to take the walker from behind.” “On it,” Cupun said. “Let’s -“ “Wait,” Kim said. He turned to Marcella. “We need a clear battlefield.” Marcella nodded in understanding. “Right.” She turned to Magnus. “Clear your people out of the houses near the Walker,” she said. “We’re gonna try and take it down, but I don’t want your families caught in the crossfire.” Magnus looked up at her, still in shock. “But the Fallen -“ he began. “You let us worry about the Fallen,” Marcella said. “You worry about your people.” The stirred something inside Magnus. The man looked up at her with a suddenly steely gaze. “On it,” he said. He quickly gathered up a few villagers, and then ran behind the houses, climbing through windows, trying to warn the residents inside to get out. Cupun growled. “We don’t have time for this,” he said. “Sure we do,” Marcella said. She pulled out her hand cannon, and began taking potshots at the Fallen. “We’re here to save these people, and if they’re not able to fight, then I don’t want them here.” Cupun watched the walker turn another building to ashes. He shook his head. “Screw this,” he growled. Then, he ran off into the shadows. [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Post?groupId=1371758&postId=241726028&sort=0&page=0]Part Twenty One: Dying Light[/url]