In that breath, Rtas stepped inside his guard.
The longsword did not slash. It pierced —a two-handed thrust through the gap where the Brute’s neck met his shoulder, where the armor plates hinged. The Forerunner-alloy tip sheared through muscle and bone as if through fog. The Brute’s roar became a gurgle. His hammer fell with a dull thud. longsword halo
The Brute laughed—a wet, grinding sound. “You Sangheili cling to ritual. I will crush your sword and your skull in the same grip.” In that breath, Rtas stepped inside his guard
“You brought a relic to a war of plasma and light, Shipmaster?” a voice crackled from the shadows. In that breath