Prologue: The Swordsman
As Six looked around, she heard an ominous swishing sound. Spinning, she saw a man wearing a sleeveless trench coat, loose pants, and combat boots, spinning a pair of swords in circles. "Who are you?" she asked, on guard.
He turned. "Me?" he asked.
"Yes you, numbnuts," she answered.
"I am Syri, and my nuts aren't numb," he said, looking around. "Move!" he shouted, shoving her.
None too soon, either, because as soon as he yelled it, a plasma mortar hit where she had been standing. Looking at each other, they nodded in unison. Syri ran through a pack of Elites, and they erupted in anger, then looked at each other, after seeing their blood on his blades. Blood spewing everywhere, they collapsed. Running after Six, he muttered, "Where the fuck is the evac? I was told to keep Six alive, and then they just don't show up."
Soon, he located her, and continued to guard her back. She was stunned to see the bogey count drop by half as soon as Syri appeared. Turning a bit, she saw him using the swords well, and was quickly earning the status Hyper-Lethal Vector. She quickly turned back to her own battle, only to see an Elite pop up from no where, and save her. It looked over to Syri, and said, "Well met, Sensei."
"Well met, indeed, Yoku Viramee," answered Syri. "You have gotten stronger. Have you cleared your mind of the lies of the Prophets?"
"I have, Sensei. It is good to see you again, friend," answered Yoku.
"And you," Syri replied. "Friend, do we have a way off this rock?"
"Yes. Thel 'Vaduumee is waiting for us."
"Alright. Six, move it! Follow me."
As he followed Yoku 'Viramee, he glanced back, and saw her engaged. "Dammit, Six. They are pupils of mine. They are friends." Getting fed up, he roared, "Stand down, dammit!"
They froze. "Follow me. Don't fight again," Syri snarled, getting pissed. The Elites and Six paled, and followed Syri, fearing for their lives. They'd seen what he'd done to a Sangheili who had pissed him off, and it wasn't pretty.