((Just reserved for Doc and myself. Sorry! I hope you all can still enjoy this.)) M: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RVAGn3joRo&feature=related Sand. Nothing but sand. The endless array of desert dunes wafted across the landscape like heaps of dust, billowing mutely over one another. A yellow veil of silence. The sky was a clear blue, the sun at its pinnacle, mercilessly burning all within its heated embrace and strengthening the darkness of its victims. One of these shadows belonged to a legendary, unstoppable juggernaut. And beneath the heat of the sun, the black armour of Shrike suddenly took a stumble, staining the yellow, dusty sea in traces of liquid carmine, falling from any crevice that opened and shut as the creature walked. It had been unending and persistent. One foot. Next foot. Slow down. Keep going. Left. Right. Left. Right. The heat of the sun glowered against the black metal, challenging its movements with unforgiving. Then, it suddenly stopped. The clink-clank motion that had echoed rhythmically throughout the treacherous desert recesses of outer-Haven. The terrible, red eyes looked up towards the clear, blue sky. Alone, it could utter two, single words. “No… more.” The spiked head and the torso finally landed after days of non-stop walking, the body relaxing happily against the rough sands that coursed against the creature’s wounds. Underneath the armour, the owner could finally rest, shuddering from her injuries, but smiled feverishly before the darkness of exhaustion forced her eyes to close.