"I am," Bramen said cooly, activating another bladedance as he charged in behind Dorian, slicing through a few Dregs that were trying to sneak up on the Warlock. He moved with extreme speed and precision, jumping up to slash apart a few Shanks that had moved in to try and see what was happening. The Acolytes that remained waved to one another, signalling a retreat as they raced back towards the cave, not even bothering to look back at the carnage that remained in the wake of the two Guardians. Whatever remaining Fallen appeared to have turned tail as well, a few Shanks disappearing into the distance and away from the warsat.

Bramen's dance finished, he was left kicking a few Fallen corpses to make certain they were good and dead. The ones he'd managed to take down with his handcanon were missing their heads in that moment, he could only assume those ones wouldn't be getting back up. "All that, didn't even need to fire wildly with my auto-rifle," he smirked, taking out his ghost to re-equip it. He pressed a few buttons on the virtual screen it produced, a glow surrounding the warsat they'd defended.

"I'll send this back to the ship for now... Did we want to take it back to the tower now? Or should we continue on? The old colonies aren't too far from where we are, we might as well continue investigating."