Excalibur strides forth, unsheathing his Skana with delicate poise. The Grineer notice him, an order is barked, a fusillade of shrapnel fills the air. With silent precision, the Warframe deflects the hails of bullets, lurching forward as the platoon takes a moment to reload. Nobody sees his blade move. Nobody sees anything, anymore. Excalibur sheathes his sword, and with cold purpose proceeds on his mission. Excalibur, the legendary sword of English Legend, deserves a fittingly British tea. Robust black breakfast tea, with autumnal flavours of blackberry and apple and laced with sweet caramel, this is a tea fit for a king. Ready your blade, Tenno. There's a war out there.