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Chapter 13
Taking it on faith
Remember that day on February,
The Day of Judgment has come
And all the bodies buried,
Will fill the holes they dug
Remember that day on February,
And there we wonder why
And all the bodies buried
Of those that day that died
The twenty third of February
Where Heavens angels wept
And Satan's soldiers were merry
For all of those who slept"
"Wait, you haven't explained how you know of the flood or of the reclaimers or anything…" Sorrung-Yaan stated, looking Roger in the eyes, watching the burning truths flow in his words as clear as day.
"I'm getting to that okay?"
"So I went into the thing, which I had assumed was either a gravity lift or something, it turned out to be an internal Tele-porter. With me followed Jackal, then 6-pack, and a couple of the O.D.S.T Defence group, followed by Ziizika then Silence. Silence got his way, his sister had to stay behind and hold the top section with three others-"
Jackal came stumbling out of the exit point of the Tele-porter, and tripped over something. It was dark inside the room they had Teleported to so everyone had their flashlights on, but the room was still banked with shadows.
6-Pack appeared out of the Tele-porter, and immediately jumped over Jackal, the O.D.S.T and Ziizika weren't so lucky.
"Everyone watch your step" Roger said, his flashlight up to his head as it moved from side to side searching for anything of interest.
"Thanks for the heads up" Jackal moaned, hobbling over to help up Ziizika who was lying underneath several of the O.D.S.T unit that tripped over Jackal.
"Bendejo" Shuffle, Shuffle
"Quiet! I heard something" Roger whispered, holding his up his hand. Silence moved to him silently, as his nickname suggested and pulled out a pair of Ka-Bar's from sheathes on his legs, Jackal and Ziizika did the same, each pulling out a blade as sharp as could be possible with a blade like theirs…
Roger screwed on a silencer.
The ODST unit all missed the actions and didn't hear Rogers warning. 6-Pack moved to the door and Roger motioned wildly for him to come back.
But it was too late, as 6-pack turned to face the ODST unit and the M.E.R.C's to shout the all clear a blue shape ripped through his torso that was unmistakable as an energy sword. As he was slowly lifted by the shape into the air by the energy sword and the cloaked Sangheili behind it he began to scream.
It wasn't a scream of pain; it wasn't a scream of fear,
It was the final sounds to leave his body as the Energy sword began to burn the skin surrounding the wound it had caused, creating a smell sickeningly like burnt ham.
The Sangheili holding the blade withdrew it suddenly and de-activated its active camouflage, revealing its silver armour trimmed with gold, the armour of an honour guard.
The ODST's began to fire their weapons at the beast, and it charged at them, drawing a second blade and tearing it through the neck of another ODST while the first had already been swung wildly at a majority of the rest of the team.
Then the Jackal's entered the room.
The ODST's all screamed in fear of death, looking for cover.
The military training they had taken was Null and void after the confusion of the teleporter, and every thing they'd learnt said that there was always cover in a firefight.
As the last ODST unit fell to the ground bleeding or dying, Jackal Tore out from here he stood in the shadows, running towards a Kig-Yar as Roger, Silence and Ziizika began firing at the Sangheili.
Jackal began to literally tear the Kig-Yar apart with his bear hands.
His superhuman strength allowing him to rip limb from limb as the purple spray of Jackal blood began to float down slowly like snow in winter, staining his clothes and the ground around him.
The Elite fired at him, but instead hit the dismembered corpse of its dead ally. The rest of the Jackals fled. And Jackal himself turned to the Elite.
The Sangheili looked deep into Jackal's Eyes.
"Stop firing, its mine" Jackal said, without breaking eye contact with the Elite.
The elite shivered; there was something inhuman in those eyes, hatred radiated from Jackal, along with Strength, both complimenting the blood that had stained his Tan uniform and made him seem even more the animal.
But the Elite had been trained to fight as the best, to preserve the honour of the Covenant.
Most would see it as an even fight. But Roger saw otherwise.
Jackal began to run at the Elite, when he was about a metre away the Elite spun and with both blades tore through the back of Jackals jacket.
Jackal jumped to the side to avoid further injury to his back and grabbed the wrist of the Sangheili, tearing it to the ground, causing the beast to loose grip on its blade, dropping it to the ground; Jackals arm then twisted the hand further, and the Elite spun over, with Jackal grabbing the Energy blade from the ground and jumping out of reach as the Elites other hand came bearing down with its blade.
The Elite got up, and regained an attack stance, but noticed one of the energy blades were in the hands of Jackal.
Jackal lunged at the Sangheili, the blade in front of him at a speed, which forced his opponent to spin and avoid the searing heat eminating from the blade.
Jackal turned and came on the attack, slashing upwards, down, left to right, each slash pushing the Elite backwards towards the wall, noticing this the Elite rolled forward dodging several brutal blows from the giant Beast the humans called Jackal, and spinning the blade around to clash in a sparkling display of plasma against Jackals blade.
Jackals foot came sweeping out, catching the Elite unawares and tripping it over, closely followed by the blade, the two prongs at the end melding into the ground and making an awful screeching sound as he tore it out to answer the attack of the elites own blade.
The elite rolled away, regaining its balance, Jackal did the same. Blood slid down from a wound on the forehead of Jackal and the Elite had a cut that reached from his forehead to his mandible.
Jackals blade flickered and discharged, the crystal giving it power completely empty.
The Sangheili bowed and discharged his blade, sliding it back into its holster,
"Honour and wit, strength and cunning, you humans are a persistent bunch hmm?" the Elite said, coming from its bow and regaining its fighting stance.
"But despite my admiration for your species, I cannot allow you to enter the holy circle"