The raid has not been going well. Trix would say it is an understatement.

Just when they thought they were about to bring the new big bad into the dirt, the big bastard stomped on the ground and the team was sent flying.

All dead on impact. All except one.

Raya was the newest guardian on the team, but she was nimble enough to use her Hunter's dodge right before she hit the wall and survived.

"Fuck," was all she could muster as she hid behind a crumbled pillar.

She looked at the scattered bodies of her team. If she doesn't kill the big, ugly monster walking towards her, then she and the rest of her team would get to have a taste of heaven permanently.

Her Light is ready, but she lacks the conviction to execute the plan forming in her mind. The experienced Trix could do it, but could a newbie like her pull it off?

She noticed the bird-shaped helmet of her comrade lying right beside her. Probably popped right out of the head due to the force.

She remembered what her comrade told her before they dived in here. The helmet was fitted onto her head, and she closed her eyes.

"When a hawk hunts, all it could see is its prey."

And so Raya did.

She stood, focused all her Light onto the formation of her Golden Gun, and stepped out of the cover.

There stood her prey, and all she needed was one, mean shot.