He makes his way through solders as they give way, to the front of the line, he walks in slow steady steps, a very unusually person dressed in a shining gold and silver armor, his very long white silky hair dances with the simple breathes of air, his red eyes looking straight forward as he makes his way through.

" My lord, we are no match for them "

" the great lord did not send me to lose "

" don't under estimate the Guardian " a sound of a man hooded in cloak arise from behind

" he is no match for me "

" take this, a gift from our lord " he hands him a sword, the blade is thin you can almost see through but unbreakable, the hilt decorated with gold, silver and fiery red emeralds, but lighter then any other sword

" color of the jewels, like my eyes, I will thank my lord as soon I return victorious "

" its starting the cyborg army are attacking "

" hold your grounds " huge wings came out of his back, with two flaps he created a dust storm and blasted to the sky to intercept the Guardians mother ship