User:Pikapi/Brutes


 * NOVEMBER 2552, HIGH CHARITY.

"And this, my brethren, is an offering. A sign of goodwill. May the people of Sanghelios fight by our side, as long as this holy pact remains." Caelus concluded, placing his hand on the shoulder of the Sangheili standing beside him.

Despite his gesture, he felt uneasy. He felt like a tool. Perhaps it was because he playing such an important role in this event, or maybe the feeling was unanimous, but he knew very well that he wasn't speaking his mind. He loathed the Sangheili. In fact, the Prophets had staged this event. He had been given two choices: to pretend that he was making a gesture of goodwill before an audience of both races, or to be executed at the hands of the Sangheili themselves. Caelus had to slaughter a path through the enraged audience just to appear before them.

Caelus made the first move, pounding the Sangheili to his left with a clenched fist to its jaw. The hulking beast collapsed into the wall behind him, half unconscious. Panic and rage spread across the crowd.

roared, bobbing his head, shaking the dirt from his blood-drenched fur.