"Hierarch let go of the oracle!" The Harbinger roared, grabbing his energy reaper from the sheath and activating it quickly; the blades curving out and reaching full capacity of energy. The Guardian Promethean's raised their weaponry at him, their own blades easily accessible via their left arms. It was a strange stand of, the prophet clinging onto a Monitor surrounded by golden promethean knights that were in turn being challenged by this massive black elite.
Storm breathed loudly as he saw the brute strength and capabilities of the promethean knights in front of him; and then a smile reached his face as he finally let the monitor go. It bounced back into proper position and resumed a regular goldish hue.
The Golden Prometheans instantly lowered their weaponry, but stayed cautious to their monitor just in case for more injury or danger involved. One of them twitched its split helmet, letting a small fragment of gold matter fall onto the floor from the vicious and uncontrollable skull under the hood.
"The gods smile upon us!" The Hierarch yelled out-loud, victorious at last, leaving the Sangheili confused and the Promethean guards to be left wary.
"Do you not see how this portrayal has left us? A golden army given to us by the gods, in order to assist our acceptance into the journey of the mantle and the predecessors!" He continued to rant, letting the other species catch on and roar with him.
"I am terribly confused" Testimony spoke, "The role of these guardian's is to assist in the battle against the flood as well as my own protection and needs, they are not to be used for any other such purpose." Its voice sounded tiny compared to the hum of weapons drawn, and the triumphant roars.
"Oracle, we have much to discuss of the ways of the universe" Storm spoke to it directly, twisting his words to some form of advantage. He slowly led the way forward on his hover shrivel chair, letting the small device follow him.
"Indeed we do" the Monitor followed without question, eager to restore its data and information banks by any means necessary.
Meanwhile
"Spartan! Stand down!" A voice called out to him, but it was all just noise to him; the only thing that would satisfy and leave Gabriel content would be the purple rush of Mort'ang's blood flowing down onto the floor like rainwater.
And so he sprinted, straight forward without control or needs to look where he was going; he drew his sidearm, a USNC heavy magnum from his thigh holster and immediately started firing at the golden zealot in a frenzied hatred.
For his part, the zealot sprinted forward as well but with an energy sword in his tight grip and more of a paced and understandable movement. They both charged each other, the Spartan IV blind on vengeance and the uncontrollable need to avenge his fallen friend and brother. The neared the phantom as they reached each other in an uncontrollable speed and frenzy, the Zealot attempted to raise his sword and slash across the Spartan's abdomen and cut him belly to neck.
But Gabriel didn't let him, with a loose cry of rage the Spartan IV crashed full on into the Sangheili warrior, sending them both flying into the cracked glassy floor. The energy sword spun once and landed in the floor, sticking into the glass with the handle prodding out for anyone to grab.
The two bodies massed together, punching and kicking at each other in a frenzied hate and instinct to survive from the opposition's wrath. Gabriel managed to fire his magnum twice right in the belly of the elite, letting it rip through the soft unprotected body mesh.
Mort'ang roared and kicked the Spartan of himself with his two powerful legs, they both stood up warily before the elite managed to get the jump on his enemy. With another kick he sent the Spartan into the wall of a nearby broken building, he punched at him again; getting him in the stomach and doubling the human over.
Then finally he punched one more time, activating his small energy dagger that prodded from his wrist gauntlet right into the chest of the foolish soldier.
But the Spartan stopped him, with his left arm; the one arm that was impervious to damage as it was formed with metal and aluminium files. Gabriel kicked him back once, advancing while his opponent was starting to recover, he then jumped up swiftly; landing his entire body weight, including his Spartan suit through the undeniable strength of his left arm. The punch smashed into Mort'ang's lower jaw, sending him flying back and smash into the phantom that was almost three metres away.
The elite moaned once before slowly standing up and sitting back down inside the phantom with the rest of the covenant soldiers; who had been waiting with anticipation over what would happen.
Gabriel roared out to him, "Where is your honour now!" his voice cracked as he screamed; sending trickles of blood down his throat.
Mort'ang called out as soon as the phantom started flying away, "Where your friends head is!"
Rage overcame the blue Spartan as he unleashed his UNSC sniper rifle and quickly tried to reload it so he could put a bullet in the Sangheili's head. His anger became his downfall as the gun jammed due to his slippery fingers. He roared and threw it away in disgust, almost buckling down on his knees to weep.
"Spartan! You ok?" A voice called from his right, a genuine concerned voice.
A voice that did nothing but spark the flames inside of him, Gabriel stood up in complete anger and rage; he didn't even make a noise as he punched the ODST who had interrupted him in the gut brutally; the soldier fell to the floor in agony, leaving him at the mercy of the frenzied Spartan who aimed to take him in the head and take him out for good.
He got tackled from behind by a rough and tough figure, Gabriel let it happen; he barely even cared if Lucifer had beaten him up again. But when he looked up, he realised the black Spartan hadn't knocked him over.
It was another ODST, the rookie of the group. The same one he had knocked back on the Red Dusk before.
As Gabriel watched in something close to amazement as Robert bared his fists and roared, "If you want him then you're going to have to get past me."
