[ The anger crashes over him like a wave, or the shockwave of a bomb blast; utterly devastating. It's been years since he fought to the death without armor, with nothing but his bare hands, but he remembers his training. Win at all cost, the sergeant told him, or they'll break you into pieces, little brother, they'll tear you apart. There hadn't been any discussion of who they were. The enemy had been faceless in those days. That was before he started fighting other humans, back when he thought the universe might be simple.
Humans, he's found, were always the worst enemy. He hates those few he's gathered, those murderers, in a way he's never hated the Covenant.
One of his fingers snaps. The sound is loud, more startling than the pain, which he barely feels.
Win or die.
He almost goes for her throat. No one expects a bite, not really, and he's used to the taste of blood; it won't shock him, won't throw him. But the thought of killing her does, suddenly, and Sharkface releases his grip with a hiss, shoving her back. ]
Fuck!
[ He's breathing hard, adrenaline pounding. They've gathered an audience. People are staring. And he doesn't know this woman, but he just thought about going for her throat and that isn't right. He doesn't know her. He doesn't know her but a moment ago he hated her in the way he hates the Freelancers, and that isn't right. ]
Stop. Enough.
[ He signs the words, voice gone shaky with adrenaline. This isn't right. ]
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Humans, he's found, were always the worst enemy. He hates those few he's gathered, those murderers, in a way he's never hated the Covenant.
One of his fingers snaps. The sound is loud, more startling than the pain, which he barely feels.
Win or die.
He almost goes for her throat. No one expects a bite, not really, and he's used to the taste of blood; it won't shock him, won't throw him. But the thought of killing her does, suddenly, and Sharkface releases his grip with a hiss, shoving her back. ]
Fuck!
[ He's breathing hard, adrenaline pounding. They've gathered an audience. People are staring. And he doesn't know this woman, but he just thought about going for her throat and that isn't right. He doesn't know her. He doesn't know her but a moment ago he hated her in the way he hates the Freelancers, and that isn't right. ]
Stop. Enough.
[ He signs the words, voice gone shaky with adrenaline. This isn't right. ]