The world was spinning. Rotating. As if in a slow-motion dance, Giovenzio could see his blurred surroundings as they moved and warped. “Where am I?” he wondered, lazily realizing a shift in gravity. Where before it had seemed as if he were floating in a zero-gee environment, he now felt as if a hand were pulling him [i]down[/i], wherever “down” was. The only thing he heard was a dull thumping. “What’s going on?” he asked himself as he slowly began to regain feeling in his limbs, which to him seemed like they were flopping about. “I was doing something before...what was i-“ Suddenly, without warning, his body painfully crashed into the ground, jolting his senses alive and causing reality to come flooding back: [i]he was in the middle of a battle with the Fallen[/i]. Cursing the pain he felt throughout his body, and the fact that this was being multiplied by his careening down a slope of hot sand, the Awoken opened his eyes and promptly forced himself to a stop. Both actions elicited another flurry of curses, spoken in three different languages. The sunlight was blinding, and his right shoulder was dislocated. “[i]Great[/i]”, he thought to himself as he quickly looked around. He had almost reached the bottom of a hill, one of many that simultaneously inhabited and covered the notorious Buried City of Mars. Just as he spotted cover, a particle beam crystallized a patch of sand next to his leg. Deciding playtime was over, the nimble Awoken somersaulted down the slope and sprinted towards a gaping hole in a massive industrial building to his right, relocating his shoulder against an I-beam on the way. “These bastards are getting flanked whether they like it or not”, said Giovenzio through gritted teeth. Unflinching resolve predicts the future.