Warlocks, Voidwalkers in particular, have great capabilities in being scholars. However they do contain impressive combat skills as well. Hunters, though, excel above all others inside the wilderness. Even the Titan's fighting prowess are inferior, being more suited for organized group combat.

Excerpt taken from Vanguard's Three Ways

Rand and Ja stumbled out of the cave, their visors adjusting to the changed light level automatically. They had made it out alive after a grueling fight. Their ammo hadn't lasted through the fight and they both had died once during the last part of it.

"I told you they were coming out of nowhere!"

"Hey Rand, shut up."

"No, I am not going-" Rand froze mid sentence and looked at the scene in front of him.

"Well then," said Ja from behind him.

A fallen skiff was docked in the immediate clearing unloading crates of ether. Several Captains and a Baron watched over the dregs and vandals. One of the captains spotted them and cried out to the others and in moments the sky was filled with shrapnel and arc blasts. The two warlocks looked at each other and nodded.

Rand led them charging towards the Fallen, "For the Monarchy!" His red robes blowing in the wind. Ja followed with his own charge, "I don't want to do this!"

Rand sprinted right at a group of vandals crowded together, gliding over their heads. Followed behind him came Ja's nova bomb, disintegrating the lot of them.

Rand landed on top of a Captain and shoved a Solar Flare in its face before sliding off of her. Ja's Axion Bolt finished the captain off and the two Warlocks ran together towards a group of dregs around a rock.

"Can you Radiance?"

"No, got any grenades?"

"Nope."

"Blarg."

"Yeah... well I give it thirty seconds before they overrun us."

"Got any plans, Ja?"

"Run?"

Jumping over a rock, a Captain raised its swords to slash at the guardians. Before either of them could react a glowing blue blade appeared inside the Falls chest. A Blade Dancer had appeared out of thin air and started slashing away at a group of Dregs. A dozen Stealth Vandals rushed him, then disintegrated in a wave of destruction. Vandals, Dregs, and Captains fell alike until just the Baron, with a knife sticking out of the side of its face, was left standing. The fallen skiff took off abandoning the Baron and the ether.

Rand and Ja started to charge to help the Hunter when the Baron was but as they started to run the Baron was vaporized by a fusion rifle. Turning around, the Hunter walked over to the Warlocks.

The three guardians sat around the burning stacks of ether. The two Warlocks staring at the Hunter before them. His arc blade wasn't glowing anymore but it was in his hand being sharpened against the Baron's sword. Standing up, the Hunter walked over to the flaming ether.

"We shouldn't be burning this, we should be taking it back to the tower for study. I've never seen so much of it gathered before."

"I know Rand, but do you want to be the one to argue with him?"

"Actually, I thought it would be better if you did it because, um, well, you're a Voidwalker."

"What! How does that make any sense?"

"Well, I'm a Sunsinger, so I would get along better with a Gunslinger."

"You are an idiot, Rand."

"I'm burning it to send a message," said the Hunter walking back to them. He took off his Raku Vindicator Helmet and the two Warlock's saw he was an Exo. Rotating his jaw he said, "The Future War Cult sent me to deliver it to the Fallen. I was asked personally by a friend of mine who is one of their members. That Baron, Durgis, he was from the House of Devils. He was here overseeing some trade deal going on between the Devils and the House of Winter. Unfortunately for the hungry House of Winter, our friend Durgis had a bit of a reputation of pillaging human settlement and such outside of the city. I have been tracking him for weeks, waiting for him to make the delivery. This fire here," he continued, gesturing to a module glowing green next to the pyre, "this is a warning and that is a message recorded for the rest of the Fallen: We are ready for war, are you ready to burn? Now, the question is: what are you two Tower dwellers doing here?"

If Ja took any offense to the insult, he didn't show it. "We were investigating a Vex anomaly. I hadn't even heard of anything like this happening before. Vex simply appearing out of thin air. No darkness, no portal, just there."

Likewise, if the Hunter was troubled by any of this, he didn't show it. "Well, let's get you two Tower dwellers home. Oh and the name is 72, just 72."

"You two find anything yet?" asked 72 walking into the Guardians' library. The two Warlocks had been hunting through every book or record they could on the Vex.

"Nope," said Rand.

"You know, it might go faster if you actually helped us," added Ja.

"Hey, I am helping."

"How is hanging in a bar helping us?" demanded Ja.

"What do Exo's even do in a bar?" questioned Rand.

Ignoring Rand, 72 said: "I'm busy talking to my old hunting buddies. I'm not out in the field as much as they all are anymore. One of them actually might know something. An Awoken called Kaleb. He tagged around with a Fireteam who claimed to have known Osiris. If anyone is going to know anything, he is our best bet."

"What do you say Rand, want to go meet this Kaleb dude?"

"Anything to get out of here, I hate reading."

"You're a Warlock Rand, don't you literally read all the time?" asked 72.

"Why do you think I hate it?"

"Fair enough. Hey, Ja, can you even see out of your eyes to read?"

"You're an Exo too, 72."

"Yea, but your eyes are weird."

"How in the world are- they're exactly the same as yours!"

The three of them continued to mess with each other on the way to Kaleb. 72 really hit it off with the two Warlocks on the flight to Earth. As soon as he was out of the Wilderness he started to loosen up. 72 was funny that way for a Hunter. He seemed to avoid being out in the wilderness and prefer everything else, as evident by his set of crucible armor and weapons.

The three Guardians walked into the bar and 72 gestured to Kaleb. Rand looked at him and and saw his Dead Orbit Cloak. He instinctively reached for his pulse rifle but stopped when the throwing knife from the Awoken grazed his hand.

"I will warn you once that drawing your weapon against me is not in your best interest, Court Jester," the Awoken growled, his blue eyes like glowing ice. "Continue, and the next one goes in your eye." As he spoke, he pulled his right arm up, revealing a second throwing knife.

"That's enough," demanded 72.

"Let it go Rand, let it go," said Ja grabbing his fellow Warlock's sleeve, "Let it go,"

Rand let his hand slide away from his pulse rifle, blood dripping onto his robe. His eyes flared and it looked like he wanted to engulf the Awoken in front of him in flames.

"Whatever," Rand said.

"Now," said 72, "Could you please tell these two what you said to me, Kaleb."

"It would be a pleasure to enlighten this Court Jester," said Kaleb menacingly, "I've heard many stories from my childhood in the reef and from when I was a member of Fireteam Outcasts. Hive rituals that are more light than dark, Fallen creations that no guardian would ever dream of, and even Vex appearing from nothing." Seeing Rand perk up at the last one, Kaleb grinned an almost feral grin. "I see I have piqued your interest. I don't know where this report comes from but I'll share it with you," Kaleb's voice had slowly lost his menace as he spoke and now it was replaced by a hint of darkness that only an Awoken can muster. "The Labyrinth, inside is a gate. The gate is not light, but it is not the darkness."

"I traveled the ruins of Mercury through the endless dreams and counted the infinite red lights, each a star of its own ruled by the orbit of a greater star. Every star led back to the gate. The master of the gate sleeps, a separate star from the others. In its sleep it directs them forward and backward, to the gate and not to it. The gate lays buried in a sea of darkness, grown deeper and deeper with every use. The master and the gate are guarded by a sun so bright it lights the sea," his voice seeming to silence the sounds around them.

"The Leviathan makes its home in the sea. It does not know of the light, nor does it know of the darkness it burrows through. All it knows is that it and its suns must devour the hearts of those who are not suns. It does not obey the suns, but it protects their slumber and passage."

"My dreams do not end, but the slumber does."

The three Guardians sat silent for a moment, mesmerized by Kaleb's voice.

"What does any of that even mean?" asked Rand after a moment.

"What it means, my witless Warlock, is you have some studying to do, and a great team to gather," Kaleb replied. "As much as I would love for any New Monarch to learn a lesson in power the hard way, I wish you the best of luck in your endeavor. 72, if you guys need me for anything, you know where to find me," he finished, standing and walking out of the bar, grabbing his knife out of the wall on his way out.

"Well then," said Ja.