'Vishumii listened to the Demon's tirade.  He was taken aback; for such professional and highly esteemed warriors, the Demons seemed prone to immature bouts of anger.  The Sangheili's eyes narrowed as the Demon continued.<br/><br/><em>"I don't know if your weak race has been able to do it...<br/><br/>"We are way better then any Covenant race there is."</em><br/><br/>At that last remark, one of 'Vishumii's fellow Major Veterens, Tres 'Gugomemee stepped forward, his mandibles out and bared in challenge.  He had drawn his hilt, but had yet to activate the blade.  But the Demon ignored the challenge, instead leaving the room, it's heavy, armored boots making dull thunks on the plated floor.  'Gugomemee gave a growl of frustration, staring at the now closed exit with black eyes.  "They say they are better than the Sangheili!  And yet they run from a challenge!"<br/><br/>'Gugomemee turned around facing the Human council.  "Is that your grand strategy, Humans?  Run and hide, hope the Parasite never discov--"<br/><br/>"That, is enough, 'Gugomemee," the High Commander 'Vadumee said calmly, his voice trim and precise, yet ringing with authority.  The angry Sangheili immediettaly stopped talking, stepping back into the line without a single comment.  "Just because one Human speaks in that manner," 'Vadumee continued cooly.  "...does not mean all Human speak in that manner."<br/><br/>"My apologies, Honorable Commander," said 'Gugomemee, the faintest hint of shame lacing his voice.<br/><br/>'Vishumee watched the entire scene unfold from his position, again believing discretion was the better part of valor.  He resolved himself again to study and observe all he could, helping when he could.  'Vishumee sighed, glancing around the room, awaiting the Humans' response.