//------------------------------// // God killer // Story: The Guardian's story // by Lon35hadow //------------------------------// How Sombra survived, I got no idea. Nightmare, myself, Rhino, and the others, still waiting for Josh to get down from the mountain, even with him firing off golden gun shots, and even shadowshots, somehow, unleashed our supers on him, thinking we had just vaporized his ass. We would have been lucky if that were the case. Instead, those crystals seemed to absorb the supers, even the projectiles from the golden gun shots Josh, Twilight, and Patrick fired off, and even the hammers from Rhino's hammer of Sol. The scary part is that they seemed to glow with a familiar green aura. "Rhino, we need to take him down, now," I said as the last of the super energies were absorbed. "I know, Cybis," Rhino replied, "those crystals-" "Not Crystals," I said as a realization dawned on me. The green aura, the color, the fact it drains light. "Crystal," I said in a tone that just screamed a dark revelation was made. "And not just any crystal. Tara?" "Yeah?" she asked as she appeared. "Tell the others to get out of here. And update the three of us with year two armor." "Why-" "Just do it," I said in a firm tone. I then activated the radio. "Josh, we got a problem here. And it rhymes with soma." "Please tell me you're kidding, Cybis," Josh said. "Wish I was," I said. "Rhino, I have an idea." "What?" "Fill those crystal fragments up with everything we got." "Cybis, are you crazy?" "Probably," I said as my year one armor was replaced with the year two future war cult armor, my Coiled hiss traded for the Tlaloc, my secondary becoming a Susanoo, and my heavy? Arc edge. Rhino's armor was switched to the year two future war cult armor as well, his auto rifle becoming the new Regime, his secondary becoming the Vacancy, an Omolon made future war cult fusion rifle, and his heavy was the Sleeper Simulant. And, as if the universe couldn't have picked a better time, Josh, riding his custom board, came to a stop just in front of us. He had the hunter armor for FWC year two. His weapons were, for the primary, a weapon a few considered year two fate bringer, the Vanity, an Omolon made hand cannon. His secondary was the vortex, the other FWC fusion rifle, and his heavy was dark-drinker. All of us had the Ninevah 8611 shader equipped. "Nolandroid, give Patrick and his other personas year two monarchy," he said as he did that little motion the hunter from the 'law of the jungle' commercial did at the end when he and his team were facing down a colossus. "Right," Nolandroid said before Patrick, Varren, and Mage, them having told us the names they chose while the smoke cleared from the super barrage, were clad in year two new monarchy armor. Patrick had the ace of spades as his primary, the burden of proof XI for secondary, and dark-drinker for heavy as well. Varren had the Righteous VII for primary, the conviction II sidearm, and Objection IV. Mage had the Appellant III hand cannon, the Antinomy XVI sniper, and year two Truth. Josh turned to Nightmare and the others, who refused to leave. "Go, you guys. This is something only we can take care off." He turned back to face Sombra solar energy gathering in his left hand. "Pissing off a god is one thing, but killing one?" He chuckled. "That's another story." "Uh, Josh, what do you mean?" Patrick asked. "Abyss." "Oh shit. How?" "What are you talking about," Nghtmare nearly yelled. "Something we went up against before we came here," Rhino said. "Something only we can beat." "Go," I said. "If none of us come back, make sure Celestia knows that she lost three Elements today." As I said that, I saw a faint shimmer around myself, Rhino, and Josh, and our class items changed slightly. Josh's cloak took on a stripe of pink, Rhino's mark had ruby red at the edges. and my bond had a faint, purple light. Noticeable, yes, but barely. "Wait, you guys are the Elements?" Varren asked. "When?" "For us, earlier today," Josh said. "Now, Nightmare, get out of here. That goes for the rest of you. I'll make it an order if I have to." "Fine," Nightmare said, obviously not wanting to leave. "Just. . . come back." I could imagine Josh smiling under his helmet as he said, "I will." With that, Nightmare and the others left, transmatted up to their ships. I hold no illusion they're nearby, but Josh never said to gt a certain distance away, probably hoping they would. Can't say I blame him. "So, Cybis, you said we need to feed the crystals?" he asked as he got his Vanity in a firing position. "Basically," I replied, putting my scout rifle to my shoulder. "Remember what the Chalice was meant to be for him." "Good point," Josh said. "In that case, time for an all he can eat buffet," he said as he summoned his golden gun, then, somehow, infused it into his vanity, and fired off eight shots that were on par with a single golden gun shot, each getting absorbed by the crystals, which seemed to grow brighter. "What do you think that'll do?" Sombra asked. "You can not harm me!" "Who said I was trying to harm you," Josh said. "Guys, NOW!" With that, I unleashed a shatter bomb, Rhino went Thor on his ass, Mage activated Radiance and unleashed a hail of solar grenades, Varren unleashed a fist of Havoc, and Patrick did Razor's edge attacks. Just as the dust cleared, we saw that the crystals were now entirely green. "You see?" Sombra said. "Nothing can-" he was abruptly cut off when the crystal shards, exploded in size, forming something I had never hoped to see again. Crota's summoning crystal. The crystal began to glow, and we got our weapons ready. Sombra, somehow still alive, was floated out in front of us. To our surprise, he said, in a weak voice, "H-help me," before he was destroyed by a portal opening from inside him, one that seemed to grow larger, until it was as high as a two story house. We stepped back as a large Hive knight, with a green flame around his body stepped out, sword in hand. Crota, son of Oryx, had arrived. "Not picking up shields," Tara said. "Doesn't mean it's gonna be easy," Rhino said. "No," Josh said, "but we've beaten him before, and we can do it again," he said as he put Vanity on his thigh and drew dark drinker. He gripped it in two hands, and held it like a samurai would hold his blade. "Let's dance." Ah, revengeance lines. Any way with that, the six of us charged at Crota, firing our weapons. Josh-1st As we charged at Crota, he raised his left hand and fired darkness blasts at us. The others dodged, while i simply used the guard of the sword, which is when I noticed Patrick next to me, his own dark-drinker out and blocking. "Well, I 'd say its time to test something out," I said. "What's that?" Patrick asked. "If Crota can be harmed by a semi-ascendant sword," I say as Crota focuses his fire on Cybis. "Lets go," I said, and the two of us lowered our swords. Just before we made it, we saw a group of thrall spawn close to Crota. I simply used the dark-drinkers attack to clear them out, as did Patrick, and we continued on our way. Just as we made it, I jumped up, using extra height double jump, into Crota's face, getting his attention ."Hello, asshole," I said as I delivered a slash to his face. I kicked off from his face, doing a flip in the process, while Patrick delivered a three hit slash combo to the Hive god's chest. I saw both scars, and neither were healing. Perfect. "This is easier then the raid," Patrick said. "Same here," I replied. "Cybis, Rhino, flame storm!!" A combo I had once thought of, it's essentially a stormcaller throwing down a storm grenade and either a gunslinger or sunbreaker throwing an incendiary grenade. They did so, and I could see the burn marks on his armor. Ah, you have to love it when a plan comes together. Crota roared in anger, and, somehow, Knights spawned. "How?" Patrick said. "Questions later," I said. "Slicing ass in half now. "Right," Patrick said, and we charged yet again. Well, as the song The Chosen Ones, by Dream Evil, says: riding through thunder and lightning. "Sword charge?" I asked Nolandroid. "Ninety percent for both," he replied. "Good," I said as I initiated another vortex spin, stopping in that last frame of it where you have the sword in one hand, as Patrick leapt over and delivered an airborne heavy slice at the last knight to have survived the vortex. Crota then charged us, bringing his sword down with one hand as he closed in. I held my sword in my right hand, the blade in my left, and held it up, channeling my light into it to reinforce the guard feature. It hit, Patrick having dived out of the way, and I knelt a little. Well, I'd say its time to go a little Revengeance on his ass. I stood up, pushing his sword up a little, even if he only brought it back down, which is what I wanted. I mentally switched my sword from Drinker to Void edge and placed in on the blade edge of Crota's sword, my free hand going on the flat end. I channeled as much strength my light and armor gave me, and it was enough to get the job done. I lifted Crota off the ground, and threw him in the air, redirecting the strength to my legs, which I then used to jump onto his sword, changing back to drinker, and began running down his swords length, slicing as I went, doing so until I reached his shoulder, which is when I jumped up, sword raised, and looked down at the ground. I used my light to increase my gravity, making me fall faster then Crota. Just as I reached the joint that connected his arm to the rest of the body, I sliced, separating the two. I looked like this: But I had a hunter cloak behind me, which I personally think added to the badassery. Hey, i just killed a god, I should be able to use nonsense words for a while. Okay, severely injured a god. Point still remains. i landed in a kneeling position, my sword held out to the right, Crota and the numerous pieces of his sword and arm fell down behind me.(1) With that, I did a little flair with the sword, twirling it before putting it on my back and drawing my hand cannon, and walking up to where Crota lie. The others fell in behind me, Patrick saying, "Just like Reveangeance. How!" Cybis' response was, "Magic." The others laughed I I stepped in front of Crota's face and pointed my hand cannon at him. "Actually, Rhino, Sleeper." "Right," he said before he tossed me the Sleeper, which I caught as i put my Vanity away, and pointed it at Crota. "Any last words?" I asked. T o my surprise, he responded. In a gravelly voice, he said, "I am but the harbinger of my father, who already has someone here, wretched light. You can not stop the darkness. It will always exist in you. To remove it would be to kill your self." "Maybe," I said, "but there's nothing saying we can't use the darkness." Just to prove my point, I use my light to summon an orb of light. I then put darkness into it, making it turn a bright white with black in there, the color of the Taken. I then shoved it in Crota's face, burning him. "And besides," I added, finger on the trigger and charging it, "the brightest lights always have a little bit of darkness in them." A single laser left the Simulant, and it tore through Crota's head, destroying the hive equivalent of a brain. As a safety precaution, as that went through his middle eye, I put another laser each trough his tow other eyes. And with that, Crota, son of Oryx, the Taken King, died a second time, but it brought a question: how the hell did he make it here? "So," Patrick said, "where are we going to, and how are we going to get there?" Celestia sat in her personal chambers, hoping that Patrick, Varren, and Mage had been able to stop Sombra. It was a rare day, one in which Day court had few petitiners, leaving Celestia with free time, an unusual thing. She had been reading one of her favorite bboks, which in unimportant to the story, I Pinkie Promise, when her vision was suddenly filled by black. Strangely enough, she did not panic, as one would have. Rather, she felt calm, at home. "Hello, my daughter," her father's voice rang out. "I trust you fare well?" "Indeed, I do, Father," she replied. "But I am worried. Sombra, an old enemy of mine, resurfaced, and I had to send the three Guardians I summoned, and I have not heard anything from them." Her father was silent for a time before saying, "I am certain the outcome was favorable." "Yes ,I imagine so," Celestia said. "Father, may I see you, and know your name?" "Of course," he said before a shape appeared. It was bipedal, with great, leathery wings on his back. I t had deep red robes that looked as if they were made of blood. On his head was a crown that more resembled a set of horns, and he had three eyes, two in the same general place of Josh and the others, the third being just above and between them. "My name, Sekana, my daughter, is Oryx, The Taken King."