The Dragon's Silent Shadow
Vane, who had apparently gotten bored of guarding the merchants, had joined them, firing from behind a statue of the First Merchant.
"A little help here!" Vane yelled, ducking as a plasma bolt took the head off the statue. "They're getting close!"
Drax’s golden walker stomped up the ramp. The ground shook with every step.
"Viper!" Drax roared, scanning the area with his red optical sensors. "Come out and die like a Prince!"
Tristan stood up from behind a marble planter.
"You’re loud, Drax!" Tristan shouted, walking into the open. "Compensating for something?"