"There's gotta be more where he came from," the Demon commented as they stood over the lifeless Bupubus.

The Red Twin looked at him, saying, "Indeed. We should expect to encounter another Chieftain before we leave this place, and if it is who I was led to believe, we might be in trouble."

"Good," the Demon retorted. "I've been waiting for trouble all day."

Mar followed him through the next door and down a series of sloped corridors. When they went through another door at the bottom, they found themselves in a large room that appeared to be longer than it was wide. They were on the second floor, which was little more than a banistered catwalk overlooking the first, and so walked to the railing and peeked over.

Speak of the devil...

...and he shall appear.

"The pack will feast on you!" Chieftain Cethegus screamed up at them, a tall Brute Stalker at his side.

Mar pounded on the thick plastisteel wall that went from the railing to the ceiling, preventing them from taking the Chieftain out right there and then. He couldn't stand the sight of them. As his rage started to boil over, the Stalker wisely pulled Cethegus back. Cethegus pulled away, but the Stalker held tight, then grunted something. The two stared at each other a moment, then Cethegus looked back at Mar and the Demon and took off running for the exit.

"Blast!" the Red Twin cursed as the Stalker and the rest of its pack went invisible.

"Keep a clear head," the Demon advised. "We'll catch him, but not if we fall apart here."

The Red Twin was too worked up to respond, so he just nodded that he understood. They took separate paths, him going left, the Demon and the Oracle heading right.

Before he even got to the door of the stairwell on his side, a sudden uneasiness, a feeling of dread, greeted him like a punch to the stomach. Whether it was his own instincts or his twin brother warning him from beyond the grave, he wasn't entirely sure. He just knew not to expect tons of riches and spoils around the next corner.

Ever so slightly the space in the doorway shifted. Mar froze. Having used light bending equipment for the majority of his adult career in the Covenant, he knew exactly what that shift was and took a step back.

Sloppy ape. Such a graceless creature has no business attempting stealth.

The Red Twin closed his eyes, not listening, but feeling. When the inner impulse came, he calmly sidestepped, turned his head, and felt something skid across his helmet. He quickly shoved both open palms forth as hard as he could, made contact with something solid, then opened his eyes to see a flickering Stalker staggering back. Before it could regain balance, he leapt at the Stalker with a wild, overhand punch that he hadn't learned in the dojo. But it did the trick. When the Red Twin's tight, compact, brick-hard first crunched into the Stalker's nose, he knew at once that his target had been broken like a dirt clod crushed beneath a stone.

He'd also knocked his opponent out cold.

"It was unwise to challenge me," he told the unconscious mongrel as he finally walked through the door.

He hadn't taken three steps inside the stairwell, which had ramps instead of stairs, when he received another urge to hop back out. Immediately. He did, and sure enough, a torch grenade blurred right past where he'd been standing and crashed against the wall, engulfing it in flames. The Red Twin squinted.

Down at the base of the bottom ramp, an uncloaked Stalker was reaching for another grenade. Flames from the nearby fire shone and flickered off of the Red Twin's armor as he ran through the doorway and jumped off the top ramp with a flying kick. His form was perfect, and he flew as precise as a dart, cracking the Stalker in the chest. As he expertly landed back on both feet, the Stalker flew back against a wall and dropped the torch grenade it was about to throw, inadvertently setting itself on fire.

The Red Twin strode right past the burning body and through the next door. There he saw the Demon in the center of the room, fighting a Stalker of his own while a pair of Jackal Majors snuck up behind them. He broke into a sprint to intercept them.

You call these fair odds?

"Demon!" the Red Twin yelled in warning.

He slammed into the rearmost Major with his shoulder like a freight train. It squawked in shock just before impact and went ragdolling across the floor instantly after. Mar reached out and collared it's partner, picked it up, and hurled it towards the Demon.

"For you," he offered, mid-fight.

"Thanks," the Demon accepted in the middle of a combo, turning away from the stunned Stalker.

He caught his gift by the throat and squeezed hard. There was a loud snap as the Major's neck broke like a twig. The Demon threw its body into the Stalker, which gave him enough breathing room to finally pull out his magnum pistol and level it with the Stalker's face.

Bang!