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Post by z on Mar 6, 2012 12:15:00 GMT -6
999 vs Z - Sorsa, Special Operator vs Rakath, Leader of the Heretics Arena:  BEGIN 999 is allowed the First post. |
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Post by Spartan 999 on Mar 6, 2012 12:23:51 GMT -6
The air shimmered as a heat wave seemed to stalk along the edge of the room. It paused, then vaulted off the walkway. It landed with a loud thud right next to the flickering holographic console. With a barely audible hum, a massive Sangheili clad in dark armor seemed to fade in, replacing the shimmer.
Sorsa's head moved slowly as he scanned the room, hands near his dual Energy Swords. He stood silently, waiting...
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Post by z on Mar 6, 2012 12:32:17 GMT -6
Standing in front of the window with his hands crossed behind his back, Rakath gripped his dual Energy Greatswords behind his back in each hand. Watching as his UNSC comrades made their last stand to the Covenant vessel... He should be evacuating the ship soon but as per orders he was waiting for "Cole Protocol" to finish.
A thud met his ears and Rakath jumped and turned, Greatsword lit in his hands out of a normal reaction.
A Special-Operator...
He was not of his men...
Growling slightly Rakath crossed his large energy blades and glared at the other Elite.
"Why have you come here, Covenant?"
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Post by Spartan 999 on Mar 6, 2012 14:11:18 GMT -6
Sorsa tilted his head to the side slightly as he considered the other Sangheili.
"You shouldn't deserve to be alive if you don't know the answer to that." Sorsa replied, settling into a battle stance. He pulled both hilts of his Energy Swords out, keeping them deactivated for the moment.
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Post by z on Mar 6, 2012 14:28:27 GMT -6
"I know perfectly why.. Pawn... I just want to hear a dead man say their final purpose..." He said, lowering his two Energy Greatswords to the ground and shifting his weight on to his right leg.
"Well then. come finish your task... Covenant pawn. Kill the "Heretic..."
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Post by Spartan 999 on Mar 6, 2012 14:35:06 GMT -6
Sorsa breathed in deeply, then exhaled slowly. His swords flashed to life with a fwash, illuminating the floor around the Special Operator.
He crouched, swords poised. He waited, unmoving.
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