HunterxHunter is owned by Yoshihiro Togashi. The anime adaption this is based off of was produced by Madhouse Studios.

Halo 3 was made by Bungie. Halo is currently owned and operated by 343 Industries and Microsoft.

AU.

Chapter 1:

"There will be a series of duels. The prisoner will pick the match, and if you agree to it, you will say as such." Lippo announced from another room. The five applicants of the Hunter Exam nodded. They were on a small balcony above a large chasm. Across from them was a relatively large dueling arena, best described as an island. Around the island was absolute nothingness, as opposed to water. Directly across from the island was yet another balcony, upon which stood five people in hooded cloaks and shackles. It could easily be presumed that they were the prisoners Lippo, the Phase Three examiner, had been referring to. The first prisoner stepped forward, and a walkway extended from the prisoners' balcony to the island. When it connected, a locking mechanism clacked into place, and the prisoner walked across and stood on the edge of the island closest to the prisoners. Their shackles unlocked with a clack, and clattered to the ground. The prisoner rubbed their wrists and sighed.

"Ah, it's been too long." A masculine voice emerged from beneath the cloak. The prisoner took off his hood and from beneath it appeared a tall, bald man with militaryesque features. He pulled his cloak off completely and tossed it to the side, smiling. He pointed at the five applicants.

"Send your first challenger." He demanded. The five grouped together to discuss.

"I don't think Leorio's fit out for this one. It'll probably be physical." A little boy in bright green clothes said. His green boots were knee-high, which was good, since his green shorts only reached halfway down his thighs. He had a long-sleeved bright green jacket to match, and even his dark brown hair had a hint of green to it. A man in blue suit pants and a dirtied white dress shirt nodded.

"I think Gon's right; I'm not cut out for this. What about Kurapika?" He asked, gesturing to a blonde boy with very feminine traits. The boy had white sparring clothes beneath a red-lined blue tabard. Kurapika shook his head.

"I don't feel that this is my fight. Killua, your opinion?" Kurapika asked. He would be willing to go along with the others if they all wanted him to, but otherwise, he'd rather someone else fought this man. A palefaced boy with bright white hair shook his head and put his hands in the pockets of his athletic shorts.

"Nah. I don't really want to, it'd be pretty boring." He said. He pointed towards the fifth member of their quintet. "What about Master Chief?"

The tallest member of their group was adorned in green and black armor. His golden visor glowed in the torchlight that lit the room, and as he nodded, the shimmer began to sparkle.

"Alright." Chief said to the other four. "I'll do it. Give me a minute." He turned and walked up to the edge of the balcony. An identical bridge extended outward, and as it did, he walked to the end of it. When it was halfway across, he leapt the rest of the distance, putting himself across the island from the man.

"What's our contest." The Demon asked in a way that made it appear to be a statement, not a question. The man, a mercenary with intensive training, began to feel a bit of fear when he saw that the stone had been dented slightly beneath the feet of the Savior of Humanity. Still, he knew better than to let that emotion become visible.

"A duel to the death. The first to die, or possibly surrender, is the loser. Understand?" The prisoner asked, almost glaring with overconfidence to hide his detrimental emotion. The Master Chief Petty Officer nodded curtly and raised his rifle, taking aim. The mercenary raised his right hand with a speed that impressed both Killua and Master Chief.

"No weaponry, and we shall only start when I say so." The man added expediently. Chief nodded and set down his rifle, magnum, dual SMGs, knife, and a device that only he recognized: A Sangheili energy sword. He stood up again from his crouch and took a stance that would keep him on balance, but allow him to move quickly. Killua was impressed a second time; that was a stance that could only be earned through years of difficult training and the application of said training. In fact, he noted a few minute things about it to take into consideration later. While his training had been hellish, and he'd started earlier than Master Chief, the Spartan had trained for longer than he, and had applied it for far longer.

The prisoner brought his hand up again, before slicing downward with a chop and shouting for them to begin. Chief didn't feel it necessary to move an inch from his starting position, and so the prisoner obliged his unspoken request; leaping high into the air and bringing his fist down towards Master Chief's head. The swing connected with absolutely nothing, since Chief had sidestepped the blow. Master Chief's first strike was far less predictable: A grab to the back of the mercenary's neck. It wasn't a killing blow by any means, since he hadn't used much of his strength with the grab. If he had really attempted, he could have and would have crushed the man's upper spine. But instead, he merely wanted to prove to the man just how much more combat-capable he really was, and scare the other prisoners to make them fear all the applicants. He forced the man's head and body downward and brought a knee up into the man's torso. The result was a flip that landed the man on his back. The man gasped as the wind was knocked out of him on impact, and Chief took the interlude to grab the man by the scruff of his neck with his right hand. He lifted the prisoner three feet in the air and clenched his left fist, bringing it straight into the center of the man's stomach. It was a daisy punch; he could have forced his fist through the man's body. The man had just enough time to catch his breath and cough before Master Chief had pulled his fist back and landed another butterfly and rainbow blow to the exact same spot. The man grabbed the Chief's wrist with both his hands in an attempt to break it, but was horrified to learn that not only could he not snap his bones, but he couldn't even weaken his grip. Master Chief's arm was suddenly splattered in red as the man coughed up more blood after another sissy punch. If the man didn't give up soon, he would have to start giving an actual punch; the kind that could dent steel. Luckily for the man, he realized his situation and raised his hands off of the Spartan's arm.

"I…" He couldn't keep going, and had to cough. Chief gave him another princess punch, and the man gasped. "I give!" He shouted, before coughing up more blood. The Savior of Humanity dropped him to the ground and turning back to collect his weapons. The mercenary smirked and sprinted behind him, intending to knock him out while his back was turned and he was unsuspecting. Unfortunately for him, he appeared as a red dot on Master Chief's radar. The augmented superhuman turned around faster than the prisoner could react, and gave him a real man's punch. The prisoner's head landed on the prisoners' balcony, hitting the ground and rolling to a halt next to another sizable prisoner. The prisoner, who could be seen to have blue arms, jumped back and let a scream burst out of their lips. The body of the mercenary skidded backwards in a trail of crimson before stopping around three feet from the edge of the island. His blood began gushing out, pooling around him until it began to drip over the edge. Chief held his arm out for an extra second, letting the nine people watching get over their shock before he turned around and picked up his weaponry. His goal of leaving an impression on the other prisoners seemed to have worked. He walked back across the bridge to the balcony, where only Killua remained unsurprised.

"Well, totally saw that one coming." He sighed, smiling. "Nice flip though."

And so ends the first fight. Will Master Chief be able to keep his streak up?

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