Sights and sounds flashed by at a pace so rapid they blended together in a terrifying concoction of chaos. Through the fog of war, a single warrior strolled forward. The man was unfazed as the scorching rounds of a shrapnel launcher zipped past, inches away from his helmet. The warrior's armor was by no means the flashiest on the battlefield and provided only the bare minimum of protection. His cowboy-like pants were relatively basic, aside from the silver-lined bandolier around his waist. The hues of his outfit were primarily blue with violet, though touches of green ran throughout. Bones of a young Ahamkara lined his arms, and stray feathers dotted the top of his hooded cloak. Although unnecessary, the man enjoyed wearing a dark bandana over his helmet. Perhaps it was simply to mask an insecurity, but nonetheless added to his silent intimidation.
Peering out his visor, the man's gaze fell upon his only concern. Through the unfolding battle, a colossal, four-armed monstrosity rose above the carnage: the Kell of Kings. The enlarged eliksni crushed city frames beneath his legs as he pushed forward. Hordes of fallen wearing various house banners swept past him to stifle humanity's advance, and many set their sights on a single, lonely hunter.
The guardian was not presently armed with any form of weapon, and soon came under fire from a dozen vandals. Bolts of energy rippled through the air as they flew to their intended target. Crack! It was as if the world had been split. The hunter was gone, and the vandals lowered their weapons in disbelief. A moment later, another violent sound pierced the air. The hunter had reappeared behind his enemies, a violet mist accompanying him. The shadowy fog expanded and erupted unsteadily, staggering the fallen as their mortal enemy sprinted to their ruler. Additional fallen rallied to their kell, blocking the hunter's path. Then, though the guardian knew not what was spoken, the kell's words caused his warriors to clear a path for his challenger.
There they stood, motionless as armies around them fought a vicious battle for a floating orb in the sky. The hunter was thankful for his helmet as various emotions flooded his muscles. His fists were tightly clenched as he recalled the past few days. He watched as the kell revealed four large, scimitar-like shock blades. The creature pointed a blade to him, daring for his retaliation. Instead of leaping to his certain demise, the hunter simply cocked his head. The fingers of his hands were splayed out, ready to receive wondrous gifts. In an instant, void energy began to emanate from the hunter's body, creating a pair of glowing, serrated swords. The energized weapons fell into his hands, and he held them out to his sides as he continued to stare down the beast before him. "Kell of House Kings!" the hunter shouted as he spun his weapons around. "Today, I bloody myself with your entrails!"