Girugamus looked out at the Unggoy roving around the forest and smiled. Rumors of a Demon in the area had spread among his pack, and, rather than panic as the Unggoy usually did, they searched for him. Of course, he had his pack brothers leading the Unggoy squads, to make sure they stayed in line. It had become well known that they were much fiercer in combat since his race had taken over military operations from the Sangheili. Girugamus sat and pulled a hunk of meat from his pack. A bush rustled nearby. Griugamus stared at it for a second, then looked away.
Girugamus was about to bite into his snack when he felt something on his shoulder. He looked, spotting an olive green gauntlet attached to an olive green arm, which was attached to an oddly clad, olive green Demon, wide golden visor staring right at him.
“That looks good. Can I get a bite?” It asked him.
Girugamus roared and swung at him, dropping the meat. The Demon backed away, avoiding Girugamus' fist, screaming.
“If you don't wanna share, just say so!” It yelled as Girugamus drew his Gravity Hammer.
“You should have killed me when I was unaware, Demon! Now I will present the San'Shyuum with your head!” Girugamus growled, hammer at the ready.
The Demon crossed his arms. “You and what army? My friends are dealing with yours.”
Girugamus was reluctant to turn away, but risked a glance back at his pack. A look of shock spread over his face as his troops seemingly died from nothing. He knew better though. “I never thought the Sangheili would harbor the likes of you, Demon.”
The Demon only shrugged.
Girugamus lunged and swung his hammer. The Demon rolled behind Girugamus, drew his shotgun, and fired square into Girugamus' back. The Demon kicked out one of Girugamus' legs, then shot him again, driving the chieftain to the ground.
The Demon planted a foot in Griugamus' back and the barrel of the shotgun against Girugamus' and reached for the hammer. “Yeah, I'll take that now.” He tugged, and the chieftain tried to roll over.
The last thing to go through Girugamus' mind was buckshot.

“Aww. I wanted to mess with him some more.” Jared said, examining the splatter that was left of the Brute's head. He shook his, and heard someone coming through the bushes. He whirled, pumped his shotgun, and lowered his weapon. “I told you not to sneak up on me, Shorty.”
“I told you not to call me that.” The blue armored Elite said, stepping over to the corpse. This was the only Elite Jared could look in the eye, a point of ridicule amongst the others. “Done with him?”
“Sadly.” Jared sighed and shouldered his shotgun. “They're fun as hell to mess with, but they just don't compare to fighting you guys.”
“I will take that as a compliment.” Shorty gestured away. “This area is clear. We are moving on to the next one”
“Sweet. I hope there's another Chieftain.”
Shorty simply shook his head as the pair walked to the LZ.