I remember it as if was yesterday. Most clutch thing I did in Trails. It was HoW. Trails map was Widows Court. The sniping was real. We were at 8-0. And of course we burned up our mercy. The opposition was 2 Thorns and 1 Last Word. 2 Bladedancers and a GG. All snipers. It was 4-4. We spawned on Alphas side. I ran left, up the stairs, my teammates close behind. We were all out of super and we heard a dreadful sound. Golden penis. I heard one of my teammates cry. I crouched in a corner as they ran extreme left. The Golden penis, arrogant as ever, rounded the corner. He couldn't detect me through the radar and walked right past me. I stood up and began to charge when he did a 360. The last thing he saw was the barrel of my rifle spewing void as he drifted into dust. My teammates were thanking me as the remaining two attacked us from extreme left. "Guardian Down" "Last Guardian standing" I instantly reacted as the deep cracks of Red Death filled the air and I felt my health return as the Last Word fell. Just me vs a Thorn blinker. My teammates warned me he had reloaded as had I. We both rounded the corner and time slowed down. I charged my trusty Purifier VII and 3 bolts of Void tore into him. I felt a round hit my shoulder. The poison burned and I felt violently sick. But I pressed on. My opponent did not expect this. He panicked and shot twice, hitting not but air. I began to charge again as a round hit my head and my visor shattered. The barrel spewed Void and consumed my opponent as I felt the air on my right heat up with poison. I glanced back and saw the remnants of a Hunter, his armor and cloak turning into a wisp of Void dust. There was a moment of silence. Everything was still. Even the wind had stopped. The world held its breath and I heard Lord Shaxx through my helmet. The voice was scratchy but I later learned he said "all opponents down". The countdown to orbit began as my legs buckled and I fell to my knees. I looked down at my fusion rifle and saw a deep gash along the right side. Green poison danced in the edges. I looked further and saw my bond had lost a fragment. I walked to where it lay on the ground and saw a jagged, angry thorn sticking out of it. Later that day I checked my messages and saw one came from an unknown source. I investigated and it was harsh, angry, and poisonous. Like Thorn. It read "You no skill pig fu[b]c[/b]ker. You should have died. I'm reporting you for cheating and you didn't deserve your flawless. I hope you get a permanent ban after you get ass cancer" I replied simply and matter of factly "you lost a mid range fight... To a fusion rifle. You have the most powerful gun in the game and I'm using one of the worst. You don't deserve to fight in Trails." There was no response. I kept that fusion to this day as well as the bond. It felt so good to destroy the meta. Hope you liked it. Based on real events.