War has been declared. These weak Titans and sniveling Warlocks have created an alliance. A wall to hide behind. We Hunters have always been strong. We were the outer defense, the first wall. It was us who protected the city, we forged the roads, and brought humanity together. The Titans will always speak of unity, the Warlocks of the light. And the speaker will never forget the thousands who died on their way to the city. But we, we know the truth. We remember the hunters who fell protecting this generation. We are the true guardians. The Titans hide behind the walls of the city and their wards. The Warlocks are consumed with their own, inevitable, destruction. They use the void to create havoc. THEY are trying to brand US as COWARDS!!! We remember the first year. The bubbling hatred that arose from the weakness, the bitterness. Who were the ones to show them the way through the Gorgon's maze? The hunters have always been strong. We merely do not find pleasure in bragging. (Well, maybe a little.) The Titans boast of legends from the past. Tales of heroes even weaker than these hammer throwing cowards. Saint-14? We can never forget the true source of his strength. It was us. Hunters. We were content to sit in the shadows and let them take the glory for our actions. But no more. We have had enough. They have grown too strong. The power has been given to the weak, and they do not comprehend what they have! So we will be sly. They won't see us coming. Won't even realize that we're there until that blessed noise sounds off, the void projectile flying into their face, screaming "OH!? YOU WANT POWER?! I'LL SHOW YOU POWER MR. MC-NO-MORE-HAMMER-TONS!!!!!" So it's time. They have declared war. The Architect's replied with "No Peace". But we have always been the strongest. We don't have to rely on a shield to save us. Nor are we dependent on a resurrection to remain strong. WE ARE HUNTERS!!! And I have found our prey. Let the hunt commence.