A slow harmonious crackle sparked the augmented atmosphere as a powerful blue barrier of energy shielding quickly encased the solid white Ultra armour of Aethos. The elite growled once in applied conformation as his vision revealed his energy shields flashing purple in accordance to the barriers that would possibly save his own life from the ravenous brutes.
The Ultra confirmed the silver white energy handle that had been shackled onto its thigh holster before charging the surprisingly large Needler; allowing crystalline projectiles to emit a quick hiss as they spiked upwards. Three small blue orbs hung from the warriors back pouch, safely tucked away until they would be required to be thrown at any Jiralhanae or Kig-Yar that would attempt to halt them.
"Are you ready?" Ra'zark requested from his side impatiently, his own bloodlust starting to pound into his system as he activated his blue cackling energy sword in violent anticipation; the purple carbine on his back holster ready for access whenever he stumbled onto a long ranged combat scenario.
"Yes, let us send these foul beasts into the abyss" Aethos growled out in agreement, stepping forward powerfully whilst grabbing a second Needler to dual wield and aim out at any hulk mass of hair and flesh that would assault them.
The two Sangheili warriors stepped out into the corridor wearily, the golden zealot covering the right side whilst looking out the left for anything that had concealed itself; luckily the blue cackling energy sword severed enough light for both warriors to even notice the small patch of purple blood that was creamed across the wall.
The sudden hiss of an exhaust fan erupted out of the quiet atmosphere, emitting a powerful gust of cool air upon the ground and successfully startling both elite survivors to almost fire upon the corridor's ventilation. However as the Sangheili lowered their weaponry slowly, they could hear another sound; the harsh barks and grunts of two Jiralhanae warriors rounding the corner with heavy dull taloned feet on metallic floorboards.
Ra'zark tapped the white shoulder pad of his companion quickly, alerting his brother to their next move as he deactivated his own energy sword and instead used his active camouflage ability to hide himself from the nearing enemies. Within seconds, Aethos had followed suite and allowed his own light distortion unit to mask his appearance; unfortunately the pink crystalline needles from his two firearms still hummed with life but if the Sangheili attacked quickly and without hesitation then it wouldn't be much of an issue.
Finally the two hulking Jiralhanae beasts turned the corner, they were walking slowly but with fingers guarded on the triggers in anticipation; maybe they had heard the two elites talking and were here to slaughter them? It didn't matter, for these brutes were used to murdering the unarmed and vulnerable; they themselves wouldn't stand a chance against those who wished vengeance from all the unprovoked genocide.
Aethos moved first, falling down to one large knee and opening fire with both crystalline firearm's violently; the sharpened needles quickly honed in on their targets and skewered themselves into the muscular chest of the nearest brute. A roar of rage quickly emitted out of the second minor as he witnessed the pink eruption of shards and smoke that literally ripped the once formidable mesh of flesh and armour into mere fragments of brown blood and fur.
"For the covenant!" Ra'zark roared from behind the enraged brute, swiftly activating his own blue cackling energy sword and giving away his own position and power before lunging forward and stabbing the weapon deep through the gut of the brute. The Zealot could feel numerous bones and muscles snapping under the constant heat and sudden slice before he ripped the blade out of the minor aggressively; allowing a splurt of brown blood and intestine's to throw themselves across the floor almost like a waterfall. For its part, the brute groaned out in pain and bit down on its own tongue in surprise; falling to one knee it howled out and attempted to stuff the rubbery cords back to where they belonged.
Ra'zark snapped his mandibles forward in disgust, kicking forward with his powerful two toed boot to topple the dying creature down to the ground to die in solitude and silence before he looked back at his brother and nodded.
Aethos beckoned to the primary corridor briefly, gesturing in silence that they ought to travel straight towards the command deck of the entire battle cruiser in order to reassert their own command over the star vessel. Then with a flick of sparks, both Sangheili warriors disappeared to all sight and started sprinting up the corridor with the vengeance and fury of a race that had been trifled with for far too long.
Meanwhile
"Hold this point! These curs will taste plasma in their throats on this day!" The purple encased Sangheili shipmaster roared out in violent enthusiasm at the few defending elite guards of the entire ship. They had been holding of from the relentless and powerful assault of the mongrel brutes for far too long; their position right outside the primary cockpit with the simple intention to protect it from the assaulters.
Oo'rang roared out again in fury, firing the thick golden fuel rod cannon from his right shoulder pad at the horde of brute warriors that attempted to break through the puny barricades they had assorted as soon as the assault started. Lime green rods of radioactive energy quickly traversed the artificial air and slammed straight into the Jiralhanae cur violent; plumages of green fire and sparks ripping through their legions successfully but still barely halting the ongoing assault.
"I am down to my last canister!" One Sangheili guard roared out to the commanding shipmaster, firing with his plasma rifle as a last resort but all too aware that its own energy rating was quickly depleting as well. Three Unggoy minors squeaked in protest as their own plasma based firearms started to sizzle with lack of charge; the green bolts of light sizzling downwards to splash against the brute armada.
Oo'rang growled in rage, if the battle turned as ill as it had been then they would all be depleted of ammunition and left to be killed by the brutes, or worse they could even be captured. The shipmaster fired his own fuel rod blasts confidently, he himself was running out quickly but had an energy sword sidearm that would still cut through a great many more enemy warriors.
But not if the battle continued to bear ill, the problem was that the Jiralhanae just kept coming with new warriors and weaponry; the shipmasters own guards were tired and low on support, if this kept then they would be slaughtered with ease.
They were running out of time.