"I guess not, but the way it is out there someone's always gonna get killed once or twice."

"Um, not always..." Ghost protests, but Angel's asked about fighting and oh but his Guardian loves that topic of conversation.

"What, this? My Light sustains it," Blaze explains, lifting a fist that crackles and sparks for a second. "The more creatures of the Darkness I kill, the faster it flows back. I have the guns, too." She jerks a thumb at the rifle and shotgun clipped to her back, each themselves carrying a faint echo of soaked-in Light. "But I'm a Striker Titan - it's my job to charge into the enemy ranks, break their formations and engage at close quarters. More fun that way, if you ask me."