Open Destiny RP
"That doesn't look good." Nox muttered to himself as he stared down the sights of his rifle.
About a mile across the plains of Russia from where the Awoken Hunter perched was a Guardian seemingly pinned down by an unusually aggressive patrol of Fallen.
He could just make out the distant roar of a captain and winced. To help or not to help, that was the question. He had his own mission to take care of, if this Guardian was out here it was because they'd been deemed competent enough to take care of themselves.
Still...
"Ah, fuck it." Nox couldn't help but sigh, relaxing his shoulders and taking aim. He was just evening out the playing field that's all. He could feel his Ghost roll their optic at the attempt to convince himself that he didn't really care about the outcome of the battle.
He stilled. Lined up the crosshairs. Then- his sniper barely whispered as he let a bullet fly from its barrel.
A vandal collapsed in the distance, its ether leaking from the spot where its head should've been.
Nox took out another three Fallen before they began running for cover. The Hunter could only hope that the Guardian would be able to pull through now that he was thinning the crowd.














