- Fos Tis Krisis
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- Intrepid Legendary Member
I hunt for the Prophet of Contentment, the San 'Shyumm that murdered my son, and stole his birthright, his Energy Sword. They call our species Heretics. They claim to all that our tongues sting, our words a vile poison that feeds on the unworthy. I have seen the true face of Heresy. The head of a gallant warrior lay on the ground. His neck scorched and blistered, scarred by his own blade. I shall retrieve the weapon, and drive it through that bastard's heart! Punishment for his sins is nigh.
Not the avoid objects. But at the start of a mission, leaping out of a pelican and killing enemies on the ground while you fall would be cool. Not crazy high, just high enough to be awesome.