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Halo 3: But all Rocket Brutes

From Doisac we came. Unbroken, born of fire and stone.
We are packs, we are blood, we are the Prophets chosen fist.
The Sangheili are gone, their honor shattered. We rise in their place.
Now we bear the only weapon worthy of our rage.

The battlefield will tremble, the sky will burn.
There is no cover, no mercy, no escape.
Only Brutes. Only rockets. Only war.