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FALLING OUTPOST

The front lines of battle are often the best place to train a soldier. The intensity of a fight can teach a warrior many things. How to act under pressure, how to best serve those you fight with, and the consequences of failure. Injury in a training camp is nothing compared to true injury in a war.

A feeling enjoyed by the Sangheili of the Covenant was a victory against their enemies. A fight of honour and sacrifice. Everything must mean something. Every warrior must feel something. What better way to make a warrior feel than to have them crush the spirits and souls of their enemies?

PLANET ZEHAR VI, 2546

Namar So'hioee [N]
Major 'Kalrahee [M]
Zealot 'Vettrumee [Z]

M: "We are nearing their outpost. Once the Zealot presents himself, we will strike."

'Kalrahee and the Minors under his temporary command sheltered behind their Shadow transport as they approached the human outpost. The Shadow's gunner blasted at the outpost's walls, and at the human soldiers positioned in its defense towers. The humans' bullets pinged off the armour of the transport.

The Shadow soon then stopped at the entrance to the outpost, and the Sangheili didn't move. Namar was jumpy, eager to move in and take the base himself. But that would only get him killed.

M: "So'hio, restrain yourself!"

'Kalrahee sensed Namar's eagerness. So did the other Minor, even though he shared the feeling. Namar simply nodded, having not been given the order to speak.

Z: "I am in position. Once my blade draws the first blood you may begin your attack."

'Kalrahee nodded and peaked out from the cover of the Shadow. Soon enough, the golden wind of 'Vettrumee was spotted jumping over one of the outpost's high walls. The Zealot moved quickly, cutting down human soldiers left and right.

M: "Let us move!"

The three Sangheili burst from their cover and into the base. The Zealot had already taken care of most of the soldiers, but there were enough left for the Major and the Minors to take care of. Namar raised his carbine and fired five shots at two Marines, hitting one in the chest with two, and the second in the head with one. That was after missing the first two shots.

'Kalrahee blasted another with his needler that was rapidly approaching 'Vettrumee, while the Zealot himself stabbed one through the chest with his blade.

The assault was going well. Not one of the Sangheili had gotten their shields broken even once. But like most plans, theirs would soon go wrong. They hadn't realised at first, but their assault was set up for failure from bad intel.

Another human approached. Much taller, and much more armoured. Namar's eyes widened. It didn't even look like a human, but it was fighting for their side.

N: "What is that!?"

All Sangheili eyes turned towards the new combatant.

Z: "A Demon."