Cornered
The bulbous creatures swarmed around him like an angry sea.
Wave upon wave of the parasitic monstrosities came from every nook and cranny of this dark chamber within the forerunner structure. Each minuscule parasite was more intent on changing him into one of those disgusting abominations that also raced towards him then the last.
He stood motionless as they came closer and closer to him.
There was not a shed of fear in the young Sangheili's body… only tranquil resolve.
If he would die here then… so be it…..
It was the will of the holy ones…
No!
He wouldn't die here!!
Damn the Holy ones! Damn the Prophets, and damn these vile creatures to the deepest pits of the abyss!!
He would not die!!
Not so easily at least.
Not when so much strength was still left in him.
Not when his comrade's were still trapped in this un-holy hell-hole.
With a bestial battle cry, the Elite Major pledged he would never allow himself to be joined among these creatures' foul ranks.
The Elite grasped the silvery blue shaft that was the energy sword he'd policed from his slain commander's corpse, ignited it, the crystalline blue blade exploding to life, and charged into the gurgling mass of the ravenous parasitic life forms and the horribly rotted corpses of his fellow Sangheili brethren.
He would live!! He would survive!