Aethos charged first, activating his own cackling blue energy sword in order to light up the entire hallway and new found battleground. The powerful white Ultra growled as it faced off against the legendary corpse, watching its massive taloned hand tighten together in order to fashion another dripping wet claw out of its fist. Finally the Sangheili warrior lunged first, slashing his powerful energy sword straight forward in hopes to skewer the flood form straight through the middle of its infected gaping chest. The infected form dodged the assault almost easily, allowing the blade to sink into its left shoulder with a quick eruption of brown gas and liquid; the Arbiter floodling growled quickly and lunged itself forward, smashing its weight against the foolish warrior and propelling both backwards into the wall.
Aethos roared as the creature stabbed its talons forward, managing to pop against the thick blue energy shielding and almost deplete the barriers completely. The Ultra tugged at the embed energy sword without avail, sweating furiously as he started to feel the pressure and heat of his assailant and would be infector. A growl emenated furiously as the Sangheili reached up with its other fist, grasping onto the flood's neck and snapping it backwards almost easily; despite the raw power of these creatures, they posessed ancient and brittle bones.
However the broken vital core did nothing to halt the combat form, only aggravating it to the point of biting its infected green mandibles down upon the exposed Sangheili neck; intent on corrupting its soft ebony flesh and ripping the elite around like a ragdoll.
Suddenly a blinding roar of light beamed out to all corners of the room, causing the flood combat form to screech out in pain and fear; diverting its numerous red flowered tentacles away from the searing heat. As Aethos managed to kick the arbiter clad flood form away from himself with his own powerful hind quarters, he swiftly turned his head to witness his brother's success. The golden Zealot had uncovered a blinding source of energy that had been hidden underneath the prophet's own tablet in the middle of the mausoleum.
Ra'zark growled out loud and gestured for his younger brother to rush forward, swiftly positioning his own golden energy sword into a combat stance as he covered the retreating Ultra, "Come brother, this route will lead us to safety"
Aethos pondered silently on what means of escape this blinding light had to offer, then with a swift shake of his white helmet he realised that he barely cared; he simply wanted to get off this city with his own life and his brother intact. And so he ran straight forward, ignoring the deafening howls of numerous arbiter infected flood forms ripping themselves out of their own tombs; clawing through the thick metal as if it were paper.
The golden Zealot nodded swiftly as his brother stood to stand at his side before he spoke up reassuringly, "Such a reinforced fortification would have some form of escape, the prophets would have no doubt constructed this teleportation unit to travel straight towards their own vessel!"
As the Sangheili warriors prepared themselves to jump straight into the blinding ball of pulsating golden energy; the singular Arbiter flood form screeched out in rage, kneeling in malice whilst ripping at the plasma blade that had been embed inside its shoulder. Finally the filthy monstrosity managed to rip the sword out, balancing it unto its own right arm and stepping forward; bellowing out an animalistic challenge.
Ra'zark stiffened as he witnessed the flood form roaring out a challenge; spreading its infected mandibles to all sides as it screeched out in rage, the Zealot had never refused an opponent in his entire life, and this one was requesting a sword fight.
"Let it go brother!" Aethos growled quickly, attempting to awaken the honour bound warrior to the grim realisation that if they didn't leave soon; their husks would be infected much like these once legendary Arbiter figures.
Ra'zark turned his own head to the side, although the notion of an honour bound battle was something he would die for; he knew that he had more pressing situations to deal with. He would not leave his brother alone at the uncanny mercy of the Hierarchs; their own motives were even unclear to him. But something else came across his skull as he looked at the teleportation unit, it had been constructed for one Hierarch to escape at a time; the cool down period would be longer than expected.
"Go, I will join you" The Zealot stood up slowly, pushing his brother back to the thick pulsating orb of energy in order to stand alone against the energy sword wielding flood form. As much as he hated the look the Ultra gave him, he knew that he was doing what had to be done.
"I will not" Aethos growled back, refusing a direct command from a higher sibling and commander; standing grim against the golden warrior with a stubborn and set face, he was not allowing his brother to die over such a trifle matter as honour.
Finally Ra'zark resorted to doing what he wished not, wildly swinging his own golden energy sword across the thick augmented air in order to impact against the Ultra's shin. The white elite reacted instinctively, jumping straight backwards whilst flaring his mandibles in disbelief and alarm; only to realise that was exactly what the Zealot had intended. Golden light shimmered in all directions as the teleportation unit engulfed the Ultra's force, resisting his urge to halt the unstoppable transaction of converging this selection of mass and creating it in another location.
As Ra'zark watched his brother teleport to a possible safe location, a slow clear tear started to resound out of his right eye; causing him to pause and touch at his face. A warrior did not cry, it was cowardly and even an act that revealed ones lack of honour. However as the golden zealot looked straight back at his enemies, he realised the passion and devotion he felt would not shame him; it would raise him to the point of no return.
"Let me send you deep into the abyss!" He roared out in fury, allowing his golden energy sword to reflect the rage that had been sketched straight across his own mandible extended face. Quickly, the Zealot rushed forward; slashing the Fire-Smite horizontally in order to catch the opponent combat form quickly. A thick plumage of blue and red sparks splashed in every direction as the blades impacted, lighting up the entire mausoleum and illuminating both warriors as an unstoppable and unmovable force of nature.