The best killers in the galaxy have tried and failed to bring him down, and he has killed plenty of them in turn.īut now he does not call his warriors down to help him, does not even try to draw one of his weapons. A prosthetic left arm marks his ability to overcome even the most crippling of injuries. His war-torn armor is covered in weapons and combat pouches, each part of an arsenal that has kept him alive across years of endless fighting. Fleets and armies have burned at his command. Entire worlds have fallen before his warriors. Now thousands of alien warriors follow him into battle. He was once known as the worst trainee in Gamma Company. The only human in history to ever hold a command within the alien Covenant. He is Stray now, commander of the Kru’desh raiding legion. The armor hides any trace of the young Spartan once known as Simon-G294. It has seen countless battles serving as its master’s second skin.
His suit is faded and scoured, scarred by countless dents and cracks. Their commander is down there, and this battle is his alone.Ĭlad in battered brown Semi-Powered Infiltration armor, the warrior called Stray slams a fist into his opponent’s chest and drives her back into the center of the rooftop. They know that this is one fight that has no place for them. The rain soaks through their armor and into their skin but not one warrior moves away or tries to interfere.
An entire complement of Sangheili warriors, battle hardened killers armed to the teeth, watch the humans fight through the night. Perched atop even higher rooftops, dozens of alien eyes peer down on the spectacle. They’ve sparred countless times, teaching each other techniques, learning together until they know the other’s moves better than they know their own. They know every move, every form, down to the slightest twitch.
Each time one of the combatants falls they rise from the rain-slicked rooftop to throw themselves back into the battle with even greater ferocity.Įach sees the other’s attacks before they come. Each fighter tears into the other with every ounce of strength. The crunch and thud of armor striking armor reverberates across the roof and down into the foggy streets below. Two figures clad in near-identical armor, faces hidden behind broad-visored helmets, trade blows through the drenched night air. 1.21 Chapter Nineteen: Hero of the InsurrectionĪs rain pours down upon a city rooftop, they clash.1.16 Chapter Fourteen: Liberation Force.1.6 Chapter Five: The Living and the Dead.
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