“Good,” Rtas said, stepping over the Brute’s body. “Tell the Arbiter the longsword remembers what the Covenant tried to forget. There is honor in the old ways yet.”
The Brute laughed—a wet, grinding sound. “You Sangheili cling to ritual. I will crush your sword and your skull in the same grip.” longsword halo
Behind him, the halo’s light faded, and for a moment, the blade seemed to glow on its own—a silent truth waiting for the next lie to cut. “Good,” Rtas said, stepping over the Brute’s body