The buzz of the skirmish played all around me. I remained frozen in a standoff with the fallen. I was pinned between a wall and their slow pursuit of my demise. But they forgot that I am a guardian, and a crafty one at that. I had summoned my void light and it drew together my foes, pinning them down to be chosen for annihilation. I spared one dregs out of pity, for I was not a monster at that time, and the dreg repaid me with gratitude. He threw me his shock daggers, then scurried away. I had proudly sheathed those daggers under my cloak, before I continued through the Ishtar sink's maze of Vex ruins.