Only content satisfaction of destruction filled the dim witted and slow thought process of the Jiralhanae honour major as it progressed forward violently; spewing forth an unstoppable torrent of blue plasma into the purple corridor. As the hairy collection of golden armour moved forward with a heavy thumb on the trigger; a tremendously barbaric collection of brute minors and honour guards hurried to rush after it. All intent placed on the two fleeing heresy filled Sangheili cowards; willing to slaughter the incompetent member of this race.
Ra'zark breathed in deeply as he skirted a thick corridor; allowing his own breath to catch up as he reloaded his purple carbine rifle in anticipation to slaughter the brute horde. However despite all the armour and weaponry the Sangheili Zealot possessed, he still found it difficult to breathe quickly in his own tight chest piece.
"Are we cowards to flee?" His comrade and brother asked quietly, the thick white Ultra armour that encased this elite serving as a clear beacon in the malfunctioning light patterns that ripped through the labyrinth of purple corridors they had hidden themselves in.
"Nay, we are smart to stay alive" Ra'zark replied to the Ultra quickly, kneeling down to the ground as he listened to the familiar irritating sound of the brute battalion closing in on their prey; grunts and roars occupying the atmosphere as the two Sangheili officials prepared their own projectile weaponry.
Aethos sighed as he primed his own blue plasma rifle, checking its battery charge and regretfully noticing it was almost at full depletion; if the battle turned ill then he would not last long if charging the brute ranks with nothing but an energy sword. As the Ultra continued to monitor his weaponry and grenades, he could hear more footsteps increasing towards their location; revealing that the Jiralhanae numbers would have at least doubled.
"We must fire before them, prepare your plasma grenades" Ra'zark growled quickly, allowing his own mandibles to flare violently in anticipation for the fighting ahead. The zealot stood up slowly, overriding his weariness by standing upon his own two muscular talons as he grasped the carbine rifle in his arms proudfully.
And so they roared together, turning around the side of the corridor before the assailants could respond, firing a volley of blue plasma rounds and green crystalline shots into the hideous ranks of the hairy brute battalions.
The Jiralhanae shouted out in surprise as two members of their own race fell to the floor with splatters of brown blood; then with brutal violence the horde of ape like aliens rushed forward; firing their own spiked weaponry whilst trampling the two victimised brutes underneath their own boots. As they utilised their weaponry to the point of almost overheating, two brute Honour guards rushed forward with an energy pike in their own muscular arms; ready to skewer the duo Elites without mercy.
"Do you have them?" Ra'zark called out quickly, roaring through his thick armoured golden mandibles as he reloaded one of his final crystalline canister's into the rifle; firing it at the unstoppable armada of Jiralhanae in hopes to quell their numbers.
"It will be done" Aethos spoke softly, releasing his own hold onto the projectile firing rifle in order to switch to his powerful melee weapon; activating the twin energy rush of blue plasma in order to fashion into an energy sword. As the honour guard's continued to blindly rush forward, roaring out in defiance; the sword wielding Ultra challenged them fiercely, stubbornly standing his own ground and rushing forward to meet them on the battle field.
Both pikes smashed down like crude axes, attempting to break through the elites defences and kill it then and there; but only being caught by the Ultra's energy blade. Thick plumages of blue light and cackling light resounded throughout the entire corridor as the two species clashed against each other; the Jiralhanae roaring through their own sweat and the Sangheili calmly struggling to hold his ground.
Finally Aethos made his move, kicking forward with his right foot he managed to clip one of the brute honour guard's straight in the neck; causing the bundling warrior to stumble backwards until it smashed into the purple wall. Then with that issue taken care of, the Ultra switched his tactic by skewering the two blades of his energy sword around the pike; holding it momentarily between the two halves of cackling energy until he flicked his wrist and cased the spear like weapon to snap in half explosively.
As the Jiralhanae Honour Guard attempted to recognise what had happened, the Ultra snapped its right arm forward furiously; skewering the blade straight through the brute's chest with a violent eruption of blood and flesh. As the Ultra attempted to rip the energy blade out of the dying creature, he realised it would not budge at his command; and so he finally let go and looked around himself. Aethos spat out grimly as the brown hunky flesh dropped down from his own armour, spilling a thick torrent of blood unto his white armour. Finally a roar brought the Sangheili to look forward, noticing the pike that had been dropped to the ground and the rampaging Brute Honour Guard that had started to pounce forward.
"You are a threat to the journey!" Aethos roared straight back at the rampaging brute, jumping forward with a fluid motion in order to grab hold onto the energy pike and kneel down with it in hand. It was a strange sight to see, the Ultra kneeling down with a spear like weapon in hand and the brute berserker rushing forward without truly seeing.
The Ultra grunted roughly as he felt the violent sensation of the brute slamming straight into the spear, all logic and knowledge overridden by rage the brute had rushed straight into the long sharp spear like weapon. It screamed in pain as the spear stood stubborn against its berserking, every muscle around the creature's chest spasming and bone shattering. However despite the spear that was prodding straight out of the brute's chest, it growled with resilience and crawled forward.
Goblets of brown blood cascaded down the Jiralhanae honour guard from every angle as it tugged onto the spear; using the weapon to rip itself forward in order to massacre the murderous elite that had stood firm against the might of the Brutes.
Finally Aethos did the one thing he thought was logical in this unbearable situation, looking straight into the filthy steaming, bleeding and sweating eyes of the ape like creature; he kicked forward with his talons in order to halt the monster and scramble away from it.
However as the Ultra stood up swiftly, he realised that the lack of weaponry in his own hands would be his downfall as he looked upon the armada of brute warriors that were rushing straight for them; spiker weaponry flinging in overwhelming inaccurate shots. Aethos shouted out in alarm and looked around himself for a projectile, but the only versatile weapons were the melee tools that currently were half infused into the stubborn flesh of brutes.
Ra'zark watched this slowly, firing his last couple rounds from his carbine and stepping forward in order to stand with his brother. Then as he stood with Aethos defiantly, he drew his energy sword in defiance of the enemy and allowed the thick blue light to spark the two Sangheili up as demi-gods refusing to back down. The Ultra roared out alongside the Zealot, gripping his fists tightly and allowing two small cackling energy daggers to appear.
It was time to end it.