Flesh Wounds

Chapter Thirteen "Nick of Time"

Nick Pov

"-And I might just be ready for it."

"I really wish there wasn't a live audience for this," I gaze at all of the Covenant around me as I release and tighten my grip on my knife. 

"Nothing more than a public execution," I turn my gaze into a glare as I look back to the elite slowly approaching me.

"No choice?"

"Blarrg!" 

"Alright didn't think so."

I flip my knife and charge the elite keeping my head down as I do so. The elite steps back anticipating my attack, I cut myself short back sliding on the concrete to a halt and following up the momentum with my right leg flying through the air.

He ducks and grabs me by the leg in mid air but unsuspecting the last part of the move I follow up with my left leg which smashes into their mandible.

"Arg you little shit!" The barely flinch back as they swing upwards at me. I barely step to the side as the plasma flies up in front of me and barely misses my face by nothing. I immediately bring my right fist into their chest plate. I would guess that their shields are around 50% from this. 

The elite, now with a fiery look in their eyes, slams their black blade straight down at my head. With my left hand still free I calmly grab their arm mid air, stopping the sword only a few inches from my skull. Then with my right I stick my combat blade into their arm and shove them back.

"I guess that's yours now," I step back as well when they pull the knife from their arm. 

The elite bends the blade edge and throws it on the ground, "You shall die for that."

"Feel free to take your time," I taunt the soldier which causes them to flip their sword their left hand so they can move and swing freely as they rush forward angrily, "You are becoming sloppy as I disgrace you in front of your own team," I calmly step back from their wide attacks.

The crowd surrounding us stopped cheering loudly like they were originally. The elite in front of me looks at the ground and kneels, clearly defeated by my words, "Then kill me. You have bested my own fighting even with your bare fists," He held out his unopened hilt out on his palms.

I step forward slowly as I stare down at the alien. I look around the crowd of elites and jackals for some sort of sign to if I die when I kill them but I get nothing back but death stares and slightly uncomfortable nods, as well as a few hungry stares from the jackals.

I take hold on the hilt, which when I think about it now was just a stupid idea in the first place, and I immediately realized my mistake as he gripped my arm and glared up at me.

"No honor!" Yelled one of the elite's in the surrounding wave of uproar.

"Even a race like yours would fall for that trick," I tried to pull my arm away but even at my full force currently it seemed fruitless. The elite stood back up as more elites started chanting, "No honor!"

"They're calling for you," I remark gritting my teeth as he strangles me by the neck with the other hand.

"Yet my blade calls for you," The elite replies as he restarts his sword in his other. I swing my legs but at this point he has me at a cliff edge here. 

"If you expect me to beg, you will be dissapointed.." I mutter the words as I see the elite tense up his arm ready to impale me.

"There is nothing you'd get from it anyway," I flinch back as I expect the heat of the blade, but instead nothing happens to me, but him.