A horrific but fully realised grin escaped out of the Jiralhanae Major's heavily muscled, hairy and boned skull as it looked upon the two trapped Sangheili heretics. One armoured forearm grasping onto the thick plasma turret in its grip as it prepared to slaughter the infidels that had even attempted to halt the overwhelming Jiralhanae meshes of flesh, armour and hair.
As the brutish warriors moved forward; their own weaponry pointing straight at the exposed and vulnerable elites, the two Sangheili officials growled and thrust their melee weaponry forward in anticipation for a frontal assault.
"Cut them down" The overweight honour guard slowly drawled out of his tusks, pressing down the heavy thumb of his right paw onto the plasma turret in anticipation to slaughter both trespassers without hesitation or mercy. Familiar roars ripped through the numerous battalions of Jiralhanae as they armed their own weaponry, allowing the spike side-arms to cock forward and unleash a withering volley of metallic sharp rounds.
Suddenly a powerful surge smashed into the Jiralhanae forces from behind; slaughtering numerous of the hulking creatures with rapid uncontrollable lime green eruptions of radioactive fire and white sparkling energy. As the intrigued warriors roared in fury, switching around to face the new assailants as numerous members of their own race smashed down to the ground in bloody eruptions of brown flesh.
Ra'zark frowned as he noticed numerous corpses spanning to all directions, explosions ransacking from directly behind the armada of brute battalions; causing a great sense of confusion and relentless death to be placed directly within the slaughtered Jiralhanae. As the Royal Zealot continued to watch with bewilderment etched upon his usually terrifying and violent face; he could hear the familiar shouts of his own brethren breaking through the armada of Brutes quickly and without quarters given.
"Let us join them!" Aethos shouted out vividly, brandishing the dual plasma knives as he thundered his heavy buckling white armour to unleash all fury unto the brute hell spawn. Within seconds, the two Sangheili officials had joined battle with the enemy; ignoring the numerous sharpened projectiles against their energy barriers in order to efficiently assault the brutes. Altogether the Jiralhanae battalions didn't manage to stand a chance, getting cut down from both sides insured that their lives would be cut short with wailing roars and the familiar thud of flesh impacting against purple hardened floorboards.
Finally the brute honour major was the last creature standing; still defiantly pulling down on the heavy plasma turret in its muscular if not obtuse forearm. As the defiant brute started to become surrounded, it simply roared and continued firing; switching its fire to all seven elite warriors present but not managing to puncture their overpowering energy shields.
Then the powerful elite who had led the rescue part stood upwards into the light, holding a blood dripping energy sword in its left arm and growling ferociously into the face of the terrified brute inferior, "My name is Oo'rang of the Challenged Truth, and I sentence you to treason and immediate execution,"
And so at his command, all seven Sangheili warriors of all ranks roared together and thrust their energy weapons forward; stabbing the energy swords and daggers straight through the golden armour and into the exposed overweight flesh underneath. The brute died quickly, overwhelmed with the heat and blades stabbing into its entire state of being; but roaring definitely all the way until it splattered against the floor much like its brethren.
"Shipmaster" Ra'zark bowed slowly, kneeling in the presence of a Sangheili legend that had not just come to save their lives but had neglected his own honour bound suicide to pursue the more required task. As the zealot bowed its powerful golden head downwards, the lower ranked Ultra immediately kneeled in order to follow customary regulations and further warned honour unto their saviour.
"Rise my brothers, the title of Shipmaster is no longer mine" Oo'rang replied shortly, sheathing his own energy sword and twitching at the right stump that used to be his proper functioning right wrist, arm and fingers, "I have sacrificed that title unto the honourable Ya'kai, he will do well in my stead over the Challenged Truth."
"Why are you here Oo'rang? Has the treason of these filthy apes spread across our covenant?" Aethos inquired quickly, snapping his own mandibles in disgust at the numerous hairy and blood covered corpses that had been splattered and littered all across the collected purple walls as well as the floor.
"We have uncovered a schism in our once great covenant, the brutes have blinded our prophets and labelled us as heretics" The purple clad Sangheili official spat out in disgust, stepping out of the corridor and leading the saved elites alongside numerous more of his race that had come with him or been rescued along the way, "We must speak to the Prophet of truth, only he can lift the veil that has been thrown across the might of this covenant."
Aethos growled inside his throat as he remembered the two prophets attempting to escape the wraith of that human demon; he knew where they would be heading in order to initiate the premade plans of assaulting the human planet, "We must get to the central spire, the prophets intend to lead the fleet with the blessed forerunner dreadnought itself."
Oo'rang stared straight at the upstart elite for a second, never halting his own strides forward but still gazing deeply at the Ultra as if analysing every fragment of him before he finally nodded and spoke outloud, "Yes, the quickest way to the central spire is through the mausoleum of the Arbiters themselves, maybe those holy tombs will bless our path….or curse them"