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"Enough!" another voice suddenly interrupted, laced with power, strength and authority. Pel turned his head towards its source and saw the Sangheili who had been brought by Thierr'ee remove his helmet, and cast it down to the floor. Pel recognised the heavy brow, angular cheeks and iron eyes immediately. In Thierr'ee, all Pel saw was irritation. "Hold your tongue, traitor, lest I turn my attention on you," Zharn barked angrily, moving to strike Imperial Admiral Grymar'ee down into submission. What happened next was a blur. One second Thierr'ee was reaching out a hand, and the next it had been grabbed and used as a level to throw him across the room; at the same time, Grymar'ee had somehow disarmed Thierr'ee of both his pistol and rifle, and held them both aloft now; the former at Pel, the latter at his former gaoler. "Arrogance, Thierr'ee," Grymar'ee began to speak, looking at him with contempt. "You reek of it. Did you really think a young fleetmaster barely ripped from his mothers' tits such as yourself had bested I, an Imperial Admiral of sixty years and victor of countless battles? The Domilekgolo itself, who dwarfed [i]cruisers[/i] in its magnitude, bowed in submission at my feet after I vanquished the armies and fleets of the lekgolo. Even at my weakest I could still cut through you like a cake." "Your surrendering... your cowardice... it was all an act?" Thierr'ee sought to ratify what he already knew as he crawled to his feet and stood, breathing laboured. Pel began to edge away slowly, crawling towards the doorway in a desperate bid to escape whilst the door were busy with each other. "I needed your help to get in here," Grymar'ee affirmed. "The easiest way to do that was to have you think me your prisoner. Now..." Pel saw the emerald blast hit the ground beside him and heard it a fraction of a second later. It seared the ground and sent him sprawling onto his back; his eyes were confronted by the scarred and enraged face of the Imperial Admiral, whose hand enclosed Pel's neck like a claw. "Tell me, Ossoona. Where are you holding my daughter?" [Edited on 03.06.2012 2:41 PM PST]
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