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Another one

This one is more "Local Ghost is Anxious and Local Guardian is Comforting," Marksman is sleepy but soothing and Solus is just happy to be held

#Guardian/ghost #destiny 2 #Rodi Rambles

Exo Go Brrrr(and commits homicide, fun!)

Marksman is brutal. His behavior leading here had been a telling sign- the low growls when he bashed into holograms, the dead-shot precision to those who stood in his path. Solus is quiet, as well; there was plenty to say, but most silence is filled with the Rifleman's jeers and jests. Strider seems to share the anger, to a lesser extent. The Rifleman's voice is loud, riddled with laughter- threats, yes, to mount their ghosts upon a wall, open bragging over the shot on Sundance. (Solus is no fool. He recognizes the thinly veiled fear within the Baron in the way he tries to intimidate- and Solus is also aware that he was more irritating Marksman than anything else, that each word fanned the coals of Marksman's fury into a roaring flame.)

The fight ends seemingly before it even gets to begin. Marksman was attentive; holograms are recognized, though Solus does not know exactly how, and the Titan tears through the Rifleman with frightening ease. The air is filled with shots- not from Strider, who kept distance, instead trading shots between the Scorn and the exo. The Baron falls quickly under the onslaught from his Guardian, collapses into the dirt of the Shore and heaves a wheezing laugh when the titans approach. Strider keeps distance still, his hand grasps the handle of his gun, and despite the heat of even the Awoken's Light, Marksman burns like the sun. Staying close feels like opening an oven- bursts of heat lick along the earth, his heavy boots scorching prints into the sand. The Rifleman doesn't get to speak- the molten heat of a hammer collides with the side of the Baron's chest and sends him skittering across the dirt with a grunt. Solus stays back, hovering anxiously beside Strider's shoulder as he watched the titan. (He is intimidated, perhaps, watching the violence before him. He does not say anything.) Marksman's entire hand fits around the Baron's jaw, and he crouches down with a boot keeping the killer pinned. His fingers burn imprints into his face- still, the Rifleman heaves breathless laughter, laughs until Marksman slams his skull into the rocks and snarls. The noise is guttural, a ragged, furious sound, harsh and angry. Strider shuffles slightly, posture tense, and Solus cannot blame him for feeling uneasy in the presence of such open rage.

"You missed, once," the Rifleman jeers, wheezes under the crushing heat from the Guardian. "Maybe, if you hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to get that little Ghost," Solus gives a soft sound, and Strider squeezes his gun and hisses through his teeth. "I won't be missing this time." Marksman's voice is a growl, deep and furious, several notches lower even than his usual baritone, and he kicks off the Rifleman as he stands. His boot connects to the Baron's chest again, then twice, until something crunches and the Baron gives a chattering cry. (Solus can hear the wheeze from where he hovers, the sound wet with blood, and a wave of burning heat swallows where he and Strider stand.) For a moment, the ghost-killer reaches for his fallen sniper, and the motion ends quickly when Marksman crushes his hand beneath a heel and delivers another harsh kick to the Rifleman's burned face. (There is a near perfect indent of Marksman's hand scorched into his jaw, now accompanied by the underside of his boot. Solus guiltily admits that he had never seen the Baron look better.)

Marksman's hand canon gleams under the firelight he provides. An illegal gun, but Solus hadn't said anything when he'd first started using it, and he didn't say anything now. The knife on the gun copies the name- Crimson, stained red with blood, and Marksman takes his time emptying the weapon and reloading with a single bullet. Rifleman has fallen quiet, now- perhaps aware his time had come, that his personal reaper had arrived on flaming boots, that his trouble had cost him his life. It didn't matter much either way- the titan levels his weapon, remains quiet a moment-

The gunshot echoes off the walls. There is no other sound, aside from the footfalls of two Titans heading back to their ships, and Solus finds peace in the knowledge that Sundance's killer had been slain.

#rodi rambles #I didn't wanna post this on my ao3 lol it's short #destiny 2