"Hierarch? The savour is ready to undergo transportation" The Shanghalli Commander spoke to Storm slowly, activating the Covenant Supreme Carrier 'Infamous Fury' great fielding ports in order to free the forerunner site from its earthly prison.
The Prophet of Storm watched over the shuttle slowly, observing the numerous wounds it had experienced during the battle with the two rebellious humans that had thought to bring it down.
He looked down and noticed 'Mort'ang' had quickly eliminated the foolish Demon who had tried to match him in a sword dual. The other Spartan was soon to be killed as well, he was under attack by the Harbinger himself; something that always led to death.
The prophet had seen this Harbinger rip of the helmet piece out of a fully grown brute as well as rip hunters apart with ease. Storm had no doubt that his 'hand' was the most formidable force in the universe and not something to be reckoned with.
Satisfaction filled the Hierarch's eyes as he looked back to the forerunner sight they had all dubbed 'The saviour', the wounds inflicted would easily be repaired and before long the entire vehicle would be accessible and even flyable.
"Activate the fielding ports; let us access this site for the greater good of the Covenant and the Storm!" The prophet roared to them all, allowing shouts and cheers to reply.
Meanwhile
A massive cluster of black soil was flung into the air as the heavy weight of a blue Spartan IV was thrown across the air and impacted badly to the ground.
Gabriel looked up as fast as he could, gathering his wits and body to comply to his demands; all objectives and missions had faded from his mind, now the rush and adrenaline of human basic survival was fuelling his muscles and wishes.
A massive two taloned boot thundered next to him, heavily vibrating the ground and orchestrating a thick and muscular leg tone. The Spartan spun around swiftly, to see the sight of the second boot smashing down and catching him right in the chest.
He screamed out as he felt two of his ribs cracking, the massive boot crushing him into the black soil slowly. Rage filled his mind as a third rib snapped under the pressure, causing the Spartan to kick upwards and push the Harbinger of him.
The Shanghalli Nemesis wasn't even carrying his primary weapon; the handle of his energy reaper was sticking up from his back holster. The black Shanghalli snorted and waited for his prey to slowly stand up, before flexing his right leg up and kicking out.
The boot caught Gabriel in the face, smashing his visor into an unrecognisable mess as he fell to the ground again. He attempted to stir, but the pain was too much for even his reinforced frame to cope with. He didn't have to.
The Harbinger reached down and snatched the Spartan from the neck, lifting his prey up by one heavily muscled and armoured arm. Gabriel roared as his helmet fell free of his face, exposing blonde hair and a deep set of blue eyes; and screamed as the Shanghalli started to squeeze his neck.
Suddenly, laughter emitted from the creature; and he turned the Spartan around with a simple rotation of his arm; so that Gabriel could see the events happening to his team-mate Michael.
In horror, the Blue Spartan IV watched as the Golden Zealot, there former friend; grabbed his decapitated friends head from the floor and raised it to all the world to see whilst roaring his victory and kicking the body over.
Uncontrollable rage filled Gabriel completely, allowing him the strength to shake free from his enemy and jump back down to the ground. He didn't wait for the Harbinger to strike this time, choosing to smash his fist into the elite's chest.
Bones broke as the shot landed home, the Spartan's fingers didn't stand a chance against the reinforced armour of the nemesis. Gabriel howled as his fingers refused to operate functionally, pain reaching up from his broken ribs to his ruptured knuckles.
The black elite snorted in anger at the provoked attack and immediately grabbed his energy reaper handle from behind. Activating it and letting the plasma coils form a symmetrical 'axe' of energy and power; the elite walked forward.
And sliced of the Spartan's left arm.
Gabriel fell to his knees, he couldn't feel anything anymore and he didn't care either. Everything they had worked for had turned to ashes in his mouth.
There was no point anymore.
And so he looked straight up to the menacing elite and swore at him, "What's the matter? Can't finish the job!?"
The Harbinger looked right back down at him slowly, as if evaluating his opposition once and for-all before replying, "The question isn't what I can do, it's about what I want" His voice was quick but harsh, low but demanding.
"And what I want, Is something you may be able to give me" he continued speaking, letting the Spartan wonder over his fate.
And then the Harbinger stood up, affixing the plasma reaper onto his back and readjusting himself to leave.
"I want you to give me a challenge Prey, something I haven't had in over a millennia; I want you to hunt me down yourself and put your entire existence on the line of revenge."
Gabriel looked up at him fuzzily, his mind slowly going blank as the nausea kicked in.
"Only then, may you die at my hand."
The Spartan IV fell to the floor heavily, blood seeping through his left shoulder socket and numerous areas of his body; mixing the red liquid with the black soil and the gold of his hair.