[i]The lasers would burn right through the Legionnaire, as it fell to the ground with a deep huff of death. The Warlock, now rising up, would stare at Raveon's work.[/i] "...You're pretty good, I guess." [i]He murmured, then searching through the rubble of the ship.[/i] "Listen, my buddy's.. well, not really buddy, more of an associate.. amongst this rubble, I'm gonna find him. You just.. defend, okay? You got that, right?"

[i]”sure” he says, shooting some more cabal. When they get close enough he attacks with his sword. His fighting style is more based in speed and agility, instead of strength.[/i]

[i]The Cabal would be strategic still, sticking to the back of the halls with two Phalanx troops in the front. With each step that the unit took, the collapsed ship would rumble.[/i]