The Warlock hid behind cover, summoning his ghost to check who is the last one standing on the enemy team. The Nightstalker.

He grins in confidence, hiding his ghost away, knowing that he has this match of Survival in the bag.

He took a look at his radar. It indicates his enemy is approaching him, but still have some distance between them.

If it was the Titan that survived, he would have hesitated to unleash his Light in fear of his incredible sniper aim. But the hunter is less skilled, and he already fired his Shadowshot earlier, which manage to tether his fireteam.

He summoned his fiery blade and floats out of his cover, searching for the hunter. When he saw the Hunter's invisibility wore off a couple of meters away from him, he was giddy that he could finally reach the Fabled glory rank.

Before he could swing his sword, the Hunter leaped into the air and conjured up a Void bow and arrow. At that split second, he had a closer look at the Hunter's boots.

"Oh, fu-"