The Titan
The Hive were wearing him down.
The Titan's Plasteel was cracked and melted. His metal frame leaked the lifeblood of EXO's. The bodies of Hive Thralls, Acolytes, Knights, and Wizards lay crushed and dead, under is boot. His shotgun and auto rifle had run out of ammo a long time ago.
He was the Light in the dark. He was the Hammer, the Fist, and the Wall.
He knew he wouldn't make it out alive. Waves of Thralls crashed against him. Acolytes fired continuously. Knights, with their Boomers and Swords fought him. The Wizards threw their Darkness against his shining Light.
He was the Light in the dark. He was the Hammer, the Fist, and the Wall.
He was the one who killed Crota, with his own sword. He was the one who brought the King to the Sol System. He was the one who did what Eris Morn couldn't.
He was the Light in the dark. He was the Hammer, the Fist, and the Wall.
After his shield would break, he would be torn to shreds by the Thralls. He would be sliced apart by the Knights. The Acolytes would laugh. The Wizards would steal his Ghost and feast on the light within.
He was the Light in the dark. He was the Hammer, the Fist, and the Wall.
But he, the Titan, would die fighting.