The Arbiter walked slowly down the deserted hall. There were putrid stains along the walls which only meant one thing, The Flood. His energy sword flashed in anticipation for the kill. He looked down at his sword, "it's so pretty and glowy." He thought. "Pretty. Pretty. pretty." Suddenly a dark figure jumped in front of him. He slashed wildly with his energy sword. After the figure fell to the floor dead, he realized not only was it a fellow Elite, but it was his only backup. "Oops." He thought, "oh well, it's no use crying over spilled (whatever the alien equivalent of milk is)" and proceeded onward.