"Rip these heretics down!" A resounding roar ripped through the heavy battalion of overwhelming mesh of large burly Jiralhanae warriors alongside scrawnier but faster Kig-Yar scouts that fought from the back of the assault. Grunts of confirmation and pleased rage quickly spanned out between all members of the murdering party; sending them forwards into battle once again to unleash not just projectiles but their own bodies to hunt down and slaughter the elite rebellion inside the cockpit room.
One particularly massive Jiralhanae War Chieftain stood high and mighty above the rest of his inferior brethren; his own muscular forearms gripping tight on a long and powerful gravity hammer that he swung in anticipation and will to slaughter the puny Sangheili oppressors. The commanding brute snapped its jaws together violently as a volley of crystalline needles attempted to hone in to destroy him; only managing to infuriate the creature into rushing forward with its hammer at the ready to smash down and destroy the defending heretics.
Meanwhile
The scouting Kig-Yar bird like alien barely stood a chance, after anticipating that something mysterious was indeed concealing itself from his usually very sharp and accurate eye sight; the sniper had made the foolish mistake of searching for whatever could be hiding; a mistake that he would pay his life for with.
Thick volleys of purple blood quickly seeped out of the Jackal's torso as the blue cackling energy sword skewered into its belly from behind and slashed horizontally to completely rip the entire creature in half. Gasps of pain reeked out of the creatures sharply barbed mouth as its chest and arms pitched forward and unattached themselves from the, still standing, torso and talon encased feet. The painful screams slowly became a groan as the bird like alien's lungs refused to work properly, sending it into a mental state of shock and fear of the concept that death would soon arrive upon it.
Suddenly a spasm of blue light quickly ripped through two patches inside the corridor, ripping down and revealing two Sangheili warriors armed to the teeth with different projectile weapons as well as their own blue cackling and energy spitting plasma blades.
Ra'zark slowly deactivated the light but powerful melee weapon and converted quickly from the sidearm onto the heavy purple carbine rifle as he listened up and spoke slowly, "The cockpit is directly in front of us, but the stench of brutes is befouling my own nostrils."
Aethos growled at the mention of this horrendous race that had assaulted his own kind, then swiftly he reasserted his grip onto the two pink crystalline Needlers and stepped forward in order to look around the corridor wall and spy on the massive horde of Jiralhanae assaulters.
"The beasts are many, but there backs are turned to us" The white clad Ultra growled in confirmation to his brother in arms, although he was enthusiastic over the notion of slaughtering the traitorous scum he was unsure if they could neutralise that many creatures and even if he had enough ammunition to do it.
"Then they will suffer for it; prepare yourself for the onslaught ahead brother" Ra'zark spoke confidently, his mandibles spreading apart aggressively as he screwed a lime green and silver canister into the carbine's ammunition slot and cocked it in anticipation of the bloodshed that was still to come.
The two Sangheili warriors moved forward quickly, activating their active camouflage in order to hide themselves from any Kig-Yar onlookers as they slowly moved up in order to strike the beasts from behind. Roars of fury and pain could be heard ahead of them as well as the thunderous sound of plasma and crude spike weaponry impacting against walls as well as armour on flesh.
However despite the obvious advantage Aethos felt they had over the brutes, he was still unsure on his own survival rate against such a heavy barrage of brute warriors; but he couldn't leave his deceased brethren's slaughter to be something acceptable or allowed to continue, so he made his first move.
Firing a massive volley of pink crystalline needles swiftly betrayed his own location, allowing the thick clouds of needle eruption to cause panic and pain to rip through and disorient the numerous Jiralhanae warriors. As the creatures attempted to turn around and face the threat, three blue small orbs were quickly flung into the group in order to detonate violently in an explosion of blue energy and waves.
Aethos continued to fire at the brutes valiantly as the blue plasma started to settle upon the still powerful armada of Jiralhanae warriors. A flinch started to seep across the elites head as numerous spikes slammed into his energy shields; the barriers repelled the projectiles easily enough but the flickering purple light revealed that his shielding was being depleted drastically. Two large Brute majors saw this as an opportunity and rushed forward, firing a volley of brute shot grenades to detonate violently against the wall and startle the elite enough to move in quickly with the bayonet styled weapons aimed to skewer him in half.
For his part, Aethos kicked forward with one boot in a vain attempt to halt the two majors but only receiving a quick slash across the chest via a brute shot bayonet. As the Ultra attempted to grab his energy sword he could feel his blue cackling shields deplete completely and the familiar sense of vulnerability started to fester inside his mind. The elite roared as two spikes smashed into his chest plate, ebbing themselves into the heavy metal and causing him to drop the white blade handle in pain; making him vulnerable to any assault.
Suddenly a mighty roar ripped through the group, an inhuman growl of frustration and complete fury that even managed to temper the brute's own sense of fear and self-preservation. As the brutes looked to the side in confusion, a thick barrage of green radioactive plasma spilled into the group aggressively whilst throwing numerous mashes of flesh to the side in violent spasms of death and pain. The two brute shot wielding brutes turned to the side slowly, attempting to fire at the enemy but only being cut down themselves by the flood of green plasma that continued to rip through the entire armada.
Aethos turned his own armoured head quickly to the right, allowing the blue energy barriers to activate themselves and protect him once again as he looked upon the two massive burly and armour clad Mgalekgolo warriors that had appeared out of the corridor to fire upon the assaulting Jiralhanae murderers.
Leading them was the golden zealot known as Ra'zark, the sword wielding Sangheili saviour that immediately proceeded to slash at a brute violently whilst yelling out to his brother and comrade in arms, "The Hunters have come to our aid, victory will be ours!"
