<i>The guardian would look around to confirm his location. He felt somehow more...limited but that didn't matter. All he must do now is...shoot. He'd look at the others with indifference, seeing what type of fire team he had been left with.</i> &quot;yes, raid very good. We go get gun and then shoot. You know how to shoot, Peons?&quot;<div class='edited'>(edited by Piyanakhuni-1)</div>

<i>The guardian would quickly loot the hand box. Seeming to be used to this by now.It was as if looting chests was already second nature to him.</i> &quot;Weapon of choice is here, good. See you on other side, Peons. If you even make it there!&quot; <i>He'd take what ammo he could before jumping away and gliding through the air, looking to explore the map and find the first encounter.</i>

<i>A lone figure rides atop a speeding bike-like ship. Golden wings would adorn both the ship's sides and one of the man's own shoulders. His helmet seemed to be made of some kind of skull as well that seemed inhuman in shape. On his back as well he'd have strapped a strange glowing sword. The man would jump off the ship as it reached nearby the crystals. It would continue flying forward as he landed on the ground, finally crashing into some random building in the distance.</i> &quot;I do raid...Yes, very good...&quot; <i>The man would go over and touch one the shards but not before shouting something back at anyone nearby.</i> &quot;You are all peons!&quot;<div class='edited'>(edited by Piyanakhuni-1)</div>

&quot;You pick right weapons, you are not as much of Peons as I had feared. Now time for shoot.&quot; <i>The guardian would aim his gun as he landed near the four they had found. He'd pull the trigger twice trying to take two of them out before he finally hit the ground.</i>

<i>Kill enemies and have motes stolen. Then die and lose 1 mote.</i>