A slow rumble started to elongate out of the deep throat of the powerful burly creature, its tusks parting slightly as a torrent of thick hot air escaped its vicious maw and poured into the outside atmosphere. The Jiralhanae commanding chieftain growled once viciously as he looked upon the small formation of elite warriors that started walking up the thick steps into the holy sanctity of the Hierarchs. Finally as a pair of golden garbed brute honour guards attempted to stop the fugitive heretics, the large plasma turret wielding brute snapped his thick maw shut and took steps downward in order to apprehend and slaughter the elite fools as an example for more of their incompetent race to follow.
"Halt you filth, take not one step forward or it might cause your own destruction" One of the many pike wielding brute warriors growled resoundingly, unsure whether to force the elites back to where they came from or to attempt to kill them right then and there.
"Your heresy will stand no longer brute, be gone with you before I inform the prophets of your own blasphemy" Aethos spat out in absolute rage and disgust, remembering the numerous Sangheili that had been massacred due to the backstab that these incompetent vile creatures committed upon their race.
"You are the traitors to the covenant, your race was always a stain against our ways; a stain that needed to be removed" One particularly massive Jiralhanae honour guard stood above them powerfully, the honour major of the entire procession; an absolute hunk of metal, flesh and fat that held onto a magnificent plasma turret as his weapon of choice. The entire creature was abusively absurd and obtuse; one thick red scar marking the side of its jaw and thick boils encasing its belly as it lazily looked down at the Sangheili prey.
"Speak no longer, your words are a disease in my ears; pay caution to your next words brute or I will rip out your tongue and feed it to the grunts" Ra'zark smashed his foot onto the ground in absolute rage, barely caring for the pathetic excuses of parlay between the two races as he remembered the numerous lives lost due to this betrayal. Grabbing the white handle out of his thigh holster and snapping the activation to allow a powerful symmetrical blade to spawn out of the weapon to form a cackling blue energy sword.
Eruptively an echoed roar ripped through all brutes present as they witnessed the threats that had assaulted against their own major. With a flurry of movements, the honour guards swiftly brought down their golden energy pikes and prepared to skewer the blasphemous Sangheili that even dared to question them.
For their part, the elite battalion growled aggressively and either ripped out energy blades or armed their plasma rifles in anticipation to slaughtering the Jiralhanae backstabbers that even attempted to halt their path and journey. Ra'zark took one big step forward, balancing his entire frame perfectly on one two taloned foot as he rotated the energy sword around his body and roared to his enemy in an attempt to aggravate the brutes, "Make your move, which position would you wish your husk to be placed across this corridor!?"
However before one bullet or energy weapon could be flung in place for another body, a resounding roar ripped through the entire holy sanctum. As all warriors outside the room halted for a second, three words filled the entire corridor with a commanding scream that managed to strike both brute and elite straight through the core as they realised their prophet was in danger, "Kill the Demon!"
As gunfire could be heard from inside the holy room, the honour guard brutes looked to their commander for guidance and commands; unsure how to act upon the desire to slaughter these elites as well as to protect their prophet.
Finally the commanding brute major roared outloud and moved upwards with three of his kin as he spoke to the two final guards, "The prophets must be protected, make sure to slaughter these elite heretics if they take one more defiant step forward!"
As the obtuse Jiralhanae rushed upwards, the two commanding Sangheili warriors looked to each other slowly; sheathing their energy swords in anticipation and nodding once before they decided to make their move. As the three minors behind them growled in knowledge, all five armour encased units warriors immediately activated their active camouflage together in order to disappear and hide themselves from the brute honour guards.
"Reveal yourself!" The creatures roared out in fury, smashing their energy pikes down in the area in which they estimated their prey used to be but only managing to create a loud clang that occurred when the unstoppable pike cracked against the indestructible purple floor.
As the Jiralhanae honour guards continued to crush their weapons to numerous points on the wall and the floor, a lack of understanding helped portray them as completely oblivious when the hidden camouflage units crept around in order to sprint forward towards the open doors that entered into the holy sanctum of the Hierarchs.
It was time to speak to the prophets, or even to slaughter the demon if they were forced to.