Drekken bowed down to the prophets then turned around and walked to the training area. He passed Raevynn saying softly. "Soon spartan soon we will be out of here," then he went off to the training area. He saw several others there. Some hunters were practicing team skills and Jackals were practicing their blocking while brutes and elites tried to best each other in everything you could think of speed, strength, stamina and many more things. Drekken raised up his plasma rifle and began firing it. He had gained the brutes attention from his great accuracy. He felt a giant hand on his shoulder. He was spun around. There stood a large brute patches of his fur were missing he had a large scar running down his eye making him blind in it. Another scar ran down his chest. The brute had a silver coat but it was slowly going he was an older one Drekken could tell by his battle scars. Drekken knocked his hand away then went back to firing his plasma rifle. The brute swung him back around. "Dont you dare turn your back on me elite for you will regret it," The brute said. A crowd was soon drawn near them of all the covenant species. Drekken had many allies though they would help him with whatever trouble he found himself in. "I'll rip your eyes from their sockets if you don't take your hand off of me brute," Drekken snapped. "You will refer to me as Frall," the brute said. "Then you shall call me Drekken if we're going by names," Drekken replied. "Elite you seem to be the most efficient fighter of your kind that I have seen in a good amount of time," Frall said. "I am the strongest brute out here. So I challenge you to a contest winner gets honor, glory and the head of the loser," He said grinning. The other brutes laughed. "You Frall are as mindless and crazed as the rest of your kind," Drekken said. "You except my challenge or die," Frall said with a mad look upon his scarred face. "I wished not to spill brute blood today for I am tired and not at my full capacity but if it's a fight you want it's a fight you'll get!" Drekken yelled he swung his plasma rifle as hard as he could into the brutes side. It knocked him down only because he wasnt aware of it. Then all hell broke loose. Two giant hunters came in front of Drekken they were old friends who had served with Drekken on many occasions. "Hello Draffig and Marlig long time no see eh," Drekken said. They grunted and would've smiled if they could've. A group of Brutes charged at them ramming into their shields the hunters pushed back sending them skidding across the ground. The other hunters joined in as well did the grunts and everyone else. Jackals piled up on the hunters and were being slung around like dolls. The grunts huddled in between the hunters who guarded them while firing needlers through any open spot that they could get a clear shot from. Drekken jumped at Frall. He pulled out his energy sword and smiled. "Let me add some more scars to your collection," He laughed he raised up the sword and then a loud voice came. "Stop! You fools!" It was Mercy. "You are killing your own allies. We need each other alive if we plan to make it to the great journey you all know this. Now who began this fight?" he asked. Drekken retracted his energy sword. "It was I Mercy this brute Frall challenged me to a fight and I gave him one," Drekken said "Please forgive me." Mercy smiled. "Brutes," he laughed. "This challenge now I'm guessing from what I know of brutes it was a challenge to the death, correct?" "Yes mercy it was," Drekken replied. "Well then Drekken I advise you to finish this fight. Kill him, kill him now," Mercy said. He turned around and went back to the other prophets. Frall still lied on the ground he spat up blood. "Finish me off as you were told elite," he said. "No you will not die at my hands I will have you killed by the flood they can do more then I ever could," Drekken said walking off.