Foolish Human-scum, to challenge the might of O Extrotarus is a simple act of death, I act on the will of the Prophets, and no Demons or Shanghelli will prevent the oncoming fire that will take them all.
The brute chieftain was quick to flee the scene, allowing his heavy armour to compensate for the depletion of his Invincibility shields, as he ran out of the building and aimed for his emergency vehicle.
A trio of covenant banshee's lay on the middle of an old hanger bay, the same banshee's these brutes had arrived in, but only he would leave. What did it matter? The Jiralhanae had died in battle; they would have had it no other way.
The Chieftain smacked his gravity hammer back onto his back and ran for the nearest banshee; he still had conquests to fulfil and a destination to head to.
Something flickered from the left; a red set of armour detached itself from the hidden background and walked forward casually as the Jiralhanae climbed into the banshee flier.
Then with a grunt, the Spartan fired his primary weapon at the space ships; two heat seeking *jack-hammer rockets swung through the air, leaving a streak of smoke in their wake as they hunted down the banshee's.
With two definite and resounding smacks, the banshee's exploded and formed together under a blue and purple fiery mushroom – sparks and hunks of metal were flung across the entire hanger, some of them glancing of the Spartan IV's shields and bouncing of the golden energy that encased it.
Raphael watched over the destruction he wrought, watching critically for any brute Chieftain that may have survived the two jackhammer rockets.
To the left, movement caught his attention. Another Spartan was running up to him, encased in simple regulation green armour; Michael.
"You got him?" the Recruit asked while puffing for breath.
Raphael didn't answer, instead deciding to watch for the target to reappear from the fire. And soon enough, a massive figure stumbled up to his knees; all the hair burned of his skin and armour blown off by the explosive fire.
The Chieftain grabbed his gravity hammer from the floor; it had been miraculously untouched by the explosive and still operable.
The creature roared in desperate anger and thundered forward, straight for the two Spartan IV's with its gravity hammer raised high.
"How oddly predictable" Raphael snorted as he pulled the shotgun from his back holster, the creature simply sprang forward without thought or process, straight into the path of the Spartan.
Michael opened fire immediately; firing his assault rifle into the thick unprotected hide of the Jiralhanae and watching the brown blood splatter out.
The other Spartan fired his shotgun twice, watching with shock as the bullets entered the brute's chest and doing absolutely nothing to slow the creature down.
"Scatter!" Michael shouted as he realised the rounds did an almost minimal effect on the rampaging chieftain. Quickly, the Spartan shoved Raphael to the side as the brute smashed down his gravity hammer.
The resounding shock wave sent them both backwards onto the hanger floor, sparks and energy covered Michael as the hanger floorboards almost ruptured. Smoke covered his vision as his HUD flashed red, his energy shields completely depleted by the near death experience.
Suddenly a sharp pain grabbed both sides of his visor; the powerful force lifted the Spartan IV into the air with menial effort. Michael opened his eyes to the sight of the Brute Chieftain roaring savagely at him while carrying him up from the floor.
The pain intensified as the creature tightened its talons around the Spartans helmet. His visor started cracking within seconds as the brute continued to crush the skull of this human.
Suddenly an invisible entity appeared behind the brute and Spartan, another Spartan IV encased in jet black armour crept up to the alpha target. Grabbing a knife from the armour pit in his sleeve, the Spartan stabbed into the brute's lower chest right up into the ribs.
Brown blood splattered all over the soldier's knife and right hand, the entire weight of the Jiralhanae fell to the floor in a manner of seconds, dropping Michael in the process.
"Get up 701, and wake Raphael – our ride is here."
Michael looked up into the golden visor of the black encased Spartan in shock and joy.
"Nice to see you to Lucifer."
