Chapter 3: Bar fight
Disclaimer: this will be the last time I type this so here you go. I do not own Halo or any of its characters but my own OC's. Halo is Bungies not mine…but that would be awesome if I did. :S
Okay first off I just want to thank my loyal readers for staying with me so far. I'm glad with all the replies that you have sent me. I love that you have given me support.
Oh I almost forgot to mention that remember the younger generations of the Sangheili are "Humanized" so that's why they acted non-canon so far. Thank you Archangel of Destiny for letting me know. I shall put some Elites in my story that are based on honour soon, because everyone likes a few elites who show disgust towards us Humans. PS. Sorry I took forever to finish this chapter…college work is so long and with high school :/ . Anyways because I wil have little time now, I will just give you this preview…I'm sorry I did not finish but I know how people may think I've abandoned it, only I haven't :D
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The Male elites charged at each other with one fist raised above their heads a little ways away just ready to strike at the offending male. Their mandibles spread in a vicious way that showed all their gleaming teeth. Their eyes focused only on what the other male's position was in the charge. Kris could only watch from her seat by the bar. The males had no longer been focused on her and when they clashed all she could hear was the constant sound of thuds each time they punched each other. Kris was a bit frightened that they were so close making her drop her drink. The glass and the contents within shattering and spreading on the floor. The male that she had been talking to looked for a second out of the corner of his left eye at her. The Sangheili that he was fighting noticed and took the opening with a fist to K'sar's faces right side. K'sar stumbled back a bit to bump into another elite that simple pushed him back towards his opposing opponent. K'sar simple looked at his challenger and charged again, this time getting a solid upper cut on the male with a loud CRACK. The male flew a few inches off the floor and into a nearby Marines table. The sudden weight on the tables top snapped it in half. The Marines had jumped away from the table before the elite hit it and simple looked at the dazed elite lying on the crumbled remains of the table.
The elite slowly got up with a shake of his head and a hard grasp on a nearby chair. He grabbed it hard enough to break the wood into splinters in his hand. The chair now had a chunk missing and splinters poking out. The Sangheili roared at the ceiling and looked at the Marines with a cold stare. The nearest Marine simple tried to size himself up and looked back at his friend for support. Each looked back at him and nodded to let him know that he was going to be backed.
"What the hells your problem!" He looked over at K'sar . "You looking for a problem by sending this piece of shit our way! What a waste of beer!" The elite that was now out of his dazed mind simple roared at the marine and punched him in the face to shut him up. The marine was caught off guard and was thrown across the bar. His body lay still but his sides were moving. The elite roared again as the man's fellow marines attacked him and tried to put him in a head lock. The elite thrashed around throwing the marines every which way after they landed punches on him. The surrounding people were hit causing them to enter into the fights. Either to try to stop it or to get involved.
Soon the whole bar was engulfed in chaos and Kris was still clinging to her seat. People were knocked every which way and were slammed into walls or tables. The constant pounding on the walls and floor made the whole place vibrate. Elites were fighting marines and just normal people were fighting with each other. The air becoming filled with the odor of alcohol and sweat. The woman in the bar were screaming and heading out the doors, but most didn't make it out without a couple of bruises or scratches. Elites were roaring in anger and one even was choking a marine against the wall with one hand. The marine was trying to loosen the elites grip by clawing and punching the sangheili's face or arm. Only the young elite wasn't flinching or even worried about what was to happen. A pair of marines, under the safety of the noises around the bar, came up behind the elite and pulled out a hunting knife from a side latch on their boot. Each having the smirk of a predator watching its unsuspected prey. The knives were plunged into the elites back and the marines made a motion of pulling it down the back. A roar dropped the man to the floor with a crack and the marines who stabbed the sangheili were flung across the room only to come to a stop with a collision to the bar counter a couple of feet aside form Kris. A Marine was tossed over the counter and into the alcohol glass cabinets. Glass shattered every which way and shards hit Kris's right shoulder, tearing the sleeve.
The young woman was punched across the back and side of her face by an angered elite out of nowhere. She was pushed to the ground and was pressed against it with his foot. Kris could only look up at him with terror in her face. Her side of her face throbbing with pain and possibly blood running down the side of it. Her attacker was playing with her as if she were a toy that he could just toss around. His emerald eyes saw the fear in her hazel eyes as she stared up at him from the side of her eye. An elite grins smeared across his face appeared only to be wiped off with a fist to the face. The sudden release of pressure off the women below his foot caused her to suck in air with pain. She hadn't even realized that she wasn't breathing before. Kris could only lay there on the floor with pain traveling up the side of her whole right half. Brawling people only looked to step over her or completely trample over her. The sound of a beat echoed in her ear as she just lied on the ground.
Around the bar, groups of glasses and liquids were tossed or shattered at someone. An elite in the corner holding a glass mug bashed a marine in the head with the glass. The bursting sound and crack of impact sending anger or fear into the crowd. The marine falling to the floor after being pushed aside by a man. The man being grabbed by the shirt collar by another marine and punched in the face. Each taking shots at the other. The tables around being chipped with weight pushed on top. The room was under chaos before the front doors of the bar were kicked off their hinges and slamming into a pair of elites backs. They made a grunt and pushed aside the doors from their backs to look at the person responsible. Only the person wasn't one but three officers. Two being humans and one being an Elite with police armor. The leading officer stepped before the elite that had kicked the door down. She raised her voice loud enough for the brawling crowd to cease activity. But they only gave her a look of fear that they could go to jail and bailed out the kitchen through the back door. The dispersing crowd was stopped by a roar from the elite who charged up to the pair of smaller elites and pushed down to the floor. Each young elite giving back a roar before being put in their place by the officer. The officers stepped into the door ways of exits and each started harassing answers out of the drunken crowd.
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Sorry for the cliff hanger and stuff :/ but at least you have seen what I've done so far :D please forgive me. :S till next time *tear tear*