"I'll give you an excerpt from a Hunter's journal. Ahem. 'The Cabal are master tacticians. Even their most base soldiers are expertly trained in how to command the battlefield.'
"Now, we're strong, but how can we defeat an enemy that can out-strategise any strategy?
"Anything? Didn't think so. You Warlocks are too careful - always trying to think your way out of a situation. You've gotta trust your instincts more. It's simple, really: don't use a strategy.
"It's ridiculous to run head-first into a hoard of enemies, so do it. No-one in their right mind would throw a grenade to kill a single, lightly-armoured enemy… so do it.
"Everyone tries to shoot a Phalanx's arm when they hide in their shield, so they're starting to conceal more and more of their arm, learning to twist their wrists in just the right way to shoot you while hiding as much as possible. But who would be stupid enough to run up, rip their shield from them, and punch them in the face? No-one - so do it.
"Run away from a lone Legionary - what's he running from? Is there something behind me? Shout and scream to give your position away - why is he attracting our attention? What ambush is he distracting us from?
"They are perfectly logical in their battle plans, so defy all logic.
"You can stay here and try to sneak around in the sand with your Bloodpact shader if you want - I'm going to throw this pebble at that Colossus… yes, the one surrounded by fifteen Legionaries."
- Titan Thrake's last words… before single-handedly killing every member of a forty-strong Cabal scout party