Old Places and New Faces.

It had been a very long week since the unbelievable fight between the Dark Marine and Pyre, the battlefield lay empty and scarred. The bodies of allies and the Khyr alike littered the ground, while the gore left behind by Pyre and his abilities had brought about all types of carrion devourers. Pyre simply sat quietly on the edge of the large crater which reared up from the ground, his new, black armor glistening with an eerie inner light. A foot remained pulled onto the lip, an arm wrapped around it while his other hung into the awkward crater.
Dex and Daemon quietly picked through the corpses, finding dog tags and the Battle Company Emblems to identify who and what had been lost. The arduous task had been going on for nearly an hour, and Daemon hadn't once even thought to ask Pyre, merely happy his friend was fully conscious for the first time in nearly six days. Both of the males, and the reptilian arachnid were still in battle armor, more than ready for something to happen, both of the men eager for a fight, the need to draw blood in repayment for the loss of their allies was a seldom indulged hunger, and Pyre was feeling it like an addict attempting to go cold turkey.
The rustling sounds of a cloak and the clank of armor had both men spinning, guns drawn and primed. Pyre's weapons, which still didn't quite have a concrete shape pulsed and hummed as he stared down the twin sights at the being standing amidst the armored corpses.
"Who are you?" Pyre's voice was still raw, the sound gravely and pained. His right eye pulsed with energy visible through his helmet as he stared and waited, and Daemon saw this. He attempted to silently hail the creatures comms, only to have it rejected, and then all three were addressed, even that eldritch spider chittering menacingly, that acidic venom hissing as it dripped from the lower mandibles.
"My name is Kynaera, and I'm not here to fight the Damned, but I am here to talk." The feminine voice echoed from the helmet speakers, her body shifting its weight to the side, orienting onto one foot as she gave equal attention and care to the three.
Pyre scoffed as Daemon and Dex' heads tilted slightly. " The Damned, that's our new name among the Brethren now? What, was the Forsaken not flashy or forbidding enough? Or is that copyrighted?"