The sound of Steve's shield slamming into alien bodies heralds a desperately needed reprieve for Blaze. The Exo's just discovering her foot can't take any weight, Ghost urging her to fall back so he can heal her, when that captain thumps down on top of her. His mere weight doesn't pin the Titan down, however: she reaches back and throws him off as she rolls. He crashes down beside her in a swirl of his red cape. But he has four arms to catch himself with, and when she tries to rise again she gets the butt of his gun to the faceplate. For a few seconds it's a fast and desperate wrestling match: the Fallen officer too canny to let her get her footing, the Titan trying to get the upper hand before his subordinates join in-

And then the din of a dying servitor halts them all in their tracks. The captain looks up and howls at Steve. Alien though he is, his rage needs no translation. There's a tone there that sounds very much like loss. Perhaps despair. His troops seem frozen in place. Blaze is grabbing for her sidearm. She unloads half a dozen quick rounds into the Fallen's chest, bringing his shield down in a flash of blue sparks. He slams her bodily down and rolls free, cape snapping about him before he crouches and vanishes. The others follow suit and dematerialize after him.

"Oh, that was close. Is Steve all right? I- up high!" Ghost's relieved chatter turns to a warning abruptly as Blaze pushes herself to her knees.

There's still one vandal in the room. He perches on a half-collapsed walkway above the door they entered. The cloak that pools around him is blue; a pair of glimmering white blades rest easily in his upper hands. His helm has a thin visor, lit brilliant white. He's watching them very closely. Watching Steve in particular. Though once noticed, he simply says something short in his own tongue, then crosses his arms and vanishes like the others.