Explanation: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/256751222/0/0 Sunlight floods into Shadow's eyes, nearly blinding her. She draws in a breath of to- thin air. Her helmet's been knocked clear off her head and it cracks as it hits the ground. Blood drips from her open mouth. She stumbles, falling to her knees. For a moment, time seems to freeze. Everything quiet, no sound, just sight. The sight of Skolas, weapon raised. Larger than life. His cloak rippling behind him, eyes glowing coldly. She knows he's proud of what he's done. Proud of a House of failure, a House of slaughter and cruelty. A House of betrayal. A House that would never dare stand against the reef again. Because Skolas was facing a guardian. Light glows against her pale skin, her black hair whipped into tangles across her face, lips parted to drag in oxygen. Her golden eyes burn bright enough to rival the sun behind her in all its overwhelming glory. Not just any guardian. A guardian with one goal, one purpose, one promise. A hatred that would burn in her long after Skolas died. This wasn't a mission. This was a personal battle between a Kell and a woman, one that would be engraved in both their minds for as long as they both lived. And Skolas would fail, if for only one reason. Thrusting herself off the ground, Shadow breaks the silence, wind and snarls and gunshots filling her ears once more. Fire engulfs her slender form, racing along her arm into her hand, preparing for one- two- three - steady shots straight into the Kell's head. Skolas roars in agony, clawing at his mask, now melting against his face. A vicious smirk plays across her lips as she takes the opportunity to separate herself from him. "You're not a Kell!" She calls down to him. "You're a pathetic, worthless, failure!" The sight of his blood staining the ground floods her with joy. An image of Variks flashes behind her eyes as she blinks. Shadow has no idea if he can understand her, but the insults continue to stream from her lips as she fires shot after shot into his weakening body. He stumbles, screeching and choking on his own wretched laughter. "Enjoy your last laugh," she mutters through clenched teeth. She's livid, filled with unfathomable, heart wrenching, blood boiling rage. Her eyes darken to a deep, menacing orange. Tiny sparks dance at her feet as she trembles with wrath, with outrage. She allows her gaze to travel over the Wolf Kell. Over hands that had held the blades that docked Variks. "Hey! I have a little something for you!" She taunts, hardly recognizing her own voice as she towers over him. She tosses something up and down in her hand. [i]Click.[/i] Skolas' eyes burn with hatred. Shadow squints, aiming. [i]This is for Variks[/i]. The force of the shot knocks the hunter backward. She stumbles, just barely regaining her balance. [i]BANG![/i] The otherworldly screams of Skolas flood her senses. Flame erupts around him, burning his flesh, melting his armor. Finishing him. Skolas falls to his knees. But it's not enough. Blinded, seeing red, Shadow leaps from her perch and races to him. A scream rips from her throat, an echoing cry of rage and victory. She draws her knife, the edge glinting cruelly in the light. "Shadow!" The voice sounds muffled and far away. Shadow ignores the containment field, and what may be Petra's voice. Skolas has no strength left to scream— he hisses, ether dripping from his jaws — as she stabs the blade into his abdomen. Blood splatters over her hands, staining her armor. Over. And over. And over. Shadow digs her weapon into his battered armor, slashing away blindly. Her screams continue as she stabs the defeated Kell with a force that shoves him downward with each blow. Somehow, she manages to hear the voice of Mara Sov over the coms. Something about it makes her listen. It hardly stops her, until— "Petra, bring Skolas to me!" [i]WHAT?! NO!!![/i] "Shadow, stop!" Something hard slams into Shadow's chest, knocking her a step back. Ghost. “It's over!" "No, NO!!! LET ME KILL HIM!" she cries. She catches Skolas across his face with the tip of her knife one last time before he's taken by Petra, disappearing. "Capture confirmed!" Petra seems far too pleased to notice or care for the raging guardian below. Shadow stumbles and falls to her knees, heart pounding, struggling to breathe. What about Variks? What about what he wanted? Darkness crowds her vision as she struggles to remain conscious. "...I'll meet you back at the Reef with your reward!" Petra's voice is muffled and far away. Reward...? Shadow cared not for the Queen's treasures. But the thought of returning to the outpost gave her the last scrap of strength she had to push herself back to her feet. She walks forward a few unsteady paces, breath rattling in her chest. "Are.. are you alright?" Her ghost floats around in front of her, scanning her. She may be seeing things, but he looks ... scared. "Y-Yeah..." "You did it. It's okay." His voice comforts her, her heart begins to slow. Yes, she did it. Skolas may not be dead- but he was at least captured. He wouldn't hurt anyone again. He wouldn't get the chance to attack her city, or her awoken family any longer. Most importantly, he would never lay a single hand on Variks again. She clenches her fist. Not while she was still alive and kicking.