𝙆𝙝𝙤𝙫𝙤’ 𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙞

<// 𝙆𝙃𝙊𝙑𝙊‘𝙈𝙐𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙆𝘼𝙄 \\> sᴀɴɢʜᴇɪʟɪ ᴀᴍʙᴀssᴀᴅᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ -- • ᴜɴsᴄ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛʏ • -- Male - 7’11” Former Shipmaster Sword of Sangheilios

⠀ <//> Desperation 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐝 a lack of creativity : a 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 lethality . designed with a ꜱɪɴɢᴜʟᴀʀ purpose — 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 ⠀ [malfunctioning equipment]

Wagghh wort wort wort!

Aghhwaahagabahga

Blarg

It would be an honorable death, to enter combat against false gods. Were it necessary, I would face it, without protest.

There best not be issue. Conflict is not required.

— A 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲 among many • sharp with 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 and Ambition ; 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 dulls the sharpest edge & so 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 fell

What issue do you have with us ‘saurians’, Forerunner?

✨ The full render

We are among humans, brother. 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦.

#NewProfilePic courtesy of @Spartan_Dayne

That can be managed, then. Your liquid foods are quite difficult to consume.

It sounds… palatable. It is solid, yes? Not like your soup?

What is this… pasta?

I have little doubt of this. It is still odd to witness, given all I have heard of your prowess.

Who knew the Demon could appear so… soft.

His saurian head swung towards the Spartan, and paused a moment before he replied. “I think it was inevitable. Your shields were derived from those used by the Kig-Yar, which in turn were derived from Forerunner technology. I see no difference in what your kind has done.”

Hint of gravel to it, but it was calm and even jovial. The 'weapon' was indeed intriguing and likely a human object. He couldn't decide if he wanted to know more about it or not. "What is that... thing? I have not seen the likes of it before."

He let out a satisfied little grunt when it hit her in the snout. Payback seemed quite sweet, today, and her giggle amused him. The transgression was already largely forgotten, strange as it was. "You did. I was not expecting such an... attack." His deep bass voice held a +