Marrik sat atop a structure in the Dreadnaut's Mausoleum, watching a skirmish between Hive and Cabal and talking to his ghost. "They really don't like each other, do they?" [i]"These Cabal are getting desperate. Why they would crash their ship into the Dreadnaut is beyond me."[/i] "It works, if you ask me. Crashing the ship causes a massive breach in the Dreadnaut, and an instant beachhead to attack from. Two tactical advantages, one crash." [i]"You're a Titan. You live, think and breath tactical advantages. Not to mention explosions. Wait a second... I just got a high energy reading. Taken. Looks like we're in for some company."[/i] "Where?" [i]"Below us. Get ready to pound some heads."[/i] "Pounding heads is my specialty." Marrik looked below him as the green-black orb of dark energy pulsated and dropped several Taken Acolytes and two Taken Knights. Marrik checked the power level on his gauntlets. "Here we go..." Marrik dove off of the structure and activated his Fist of Havoc, slamming into the ground with a massive torrent of arc energy that disintegrated all the Taken Hive around him. He stood up and looked around. "And [i]that's[/i] how it's done!" (Open. Preferably to guardians.)