He desired only one thing: to utterly annihilate this human right where she stood. Hekabe could feel Oath of Fury high in the air over him, faithful and ready to do his bidding. His back muscles strained to hold it and then bring it swinging down toward her head.
	Within a split second, he would have safety. Everything would be made whole again.
	The gravity hammer struck something and stopped halfway down. Struggling to see through the blood and flesh that covered his one good eye, Hekabe looked up to find a giant gray fist above him, holding the hammer’s head like a small trinket. A Sharquoi had stopped the weapon in place just centimeters over the human’s head. She had not even bothered to move out of its way.
	Hekabe let go of the hammer and reached for the human’s neck, but the Sharquoi grabbed his wrist with its other hand. Another Sharquoi swiftly moved in and took hold of his other arm. Hekabe’s chest stretched and strained against the impossible tension threatening to rip him apart.
	He bellowed, spitting blood and defiance at the human in front of him, the one who dared to ursurp his power over these creatures.
	Then two massive claws ripped through his chest, punching holes through his body that could never be repaired.
	He looked down at them in confusion. Blood dripped from their tips onto the ground. His blood.
	Hekabe tried to scream his anger again, but all that came out was a burbling froth of red.
	The claws moved, taking him with them. They pulled him away from the human and lifted him into the air. Hekabe writhed, trying to pull himself free and continue his attack. It was all that was left in his brain, the last piece of a mental command that his body worked to fulfill.
	Get the vertex once more, and all of this could be mended.
	But the Sharquoi that speared Hekabe on its claws threw the Jiralhanae out and away from the citadel, over the ledge and down into the pit below.

Halo: Envoy Ch 25