>>5787633However, as he does, he's wide open. A quick blast of your Eye Beams could kill him easily, or destroy his weapon and disable his arm. However, instead you activate your Energy Body, ki hardening into a suit of armor. Your ki solidifies right as he swings, his cutting blade slamming into your armor. It scores a shallow cut across your chest, not getting through the armor. His eyes widen in shock at his attack has seemingly no effect, uncertainty creeping in. But he then snarls, drawing it back and swinging again. You don't move, letting him swing while you talk.
“Your people tried to murder me, my family, and exterminate my race.” you say, not to the Sangheili swinging his blade back and forth but to everyone else gathered. “I remember the terror of the Siege of New Salda. How many of my friends, my allies lost family to your people's attack?”
“S-Shut UP!” the one attacking you snarls, drawing a second blade and swinging them both faster. But even doubling up his attacks, he still can't so much as scratch you.
“However, when the battle was over, you all kept listening to the Prophets instead of waiting for someone to kill the cowards who ordered so many of both of our people to their deaths. Or even doing it your own. And then, when the war those Prophets started, your people kept coming after my own.”
“That splinter group was disowned, they were not of Sanghelios any longer.” the Arbiter interjects, you turning your gaze to him and nodding before continuing.
“Your people, with your abilities and assassination prowess could have killed the Prophets yourselves after they escalated the conflict, or perhaps even before they gained their Stands. But, instead, some of you went after my family because you couldn't kill me. My firstborn daughter and son both slaughtered the Sangheili assassins who went after them. I'm sure they were related to someone, but there is one rule of the universe we all know. The weak die and the strong survive. They were weak, and so my children triumphed.”
“BASTARD!!” the splitjaw snarls, drawing back both blades and thrusting them both at your chest. All four points stab into your armor and actually pierce through enough to prick your skin, but no further than that. The being's expression goes from triumph to horror, looking at the tiny trickles of blood as you stare at him. “Wh-What? Impossible! What the hell ARE you?!”
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