Legend of Distrbing: My guardian was a very strange one. As a warlock, I expected him to be a scholar, or at least interested in knowledge. Instead, he was like your average titan. He prided himself im forcepalming enemies in the dick. One day, he went to far. When facing the Hive in the Hellmouth, Distrbing did the one thing he took pride in. He proceeded to punch over nine thousand hive in the crotch. Eventually, he fell. I saw a smile on his face, as his last lightning strikes illuminated the darkness. I had to take safety, and I float here currently, my last drops of light fading. To find me, a guardian will have to do the most absolutely stupid hardcore parkour ever. No regrets.