Halo Hybrid
Movement on the battle field was quick and cautious as the odst troops were taking heavy fire by the elites. It was a cold and dark night, fatigue struck their bodies but yet they fought on. The instinct of survival with the exilaration of fear was the motivation.
"Rawrr, give up you filthy humans. You should consider it honorable to die by the elite" the leader shouted with the confidence and honor that made his race.
"kiss my ass!" leutinent trevor shouted and began setting off rounds into the general direction of his enemies. Trevor and his troops were closed off in a dead end of the ruins that made their current battlefield.
"Ha! your pathetic end will be sweet" the elite leader was charging in for the kill.
"dammit! we cant hold them off they're everyw-uck!" the troop was shot in the head with a plasma rifle.
"Rawrr! fear me" one of the elite soldiers taking pride in his kill, now rushing in from the left flank.
"God dammit! hold them off troops, we got to keep it steady until the spartan arrives!" the leutinent was fearful of loosing anymore men than his own life, but he knew the cost of war all to well.
Sounds of plasma penetrating the ruins that provided cover for the troops were all the rage on the battlefield. Many were thinking of their last moments on this trash of a planet that they have been sent to retrieve intel on the covinent. The moment was critical and the elites were only fifty paces away, suddenly...
Races of light flew accross the elites, shortly after the air was painted with the purple of the elites blood.
"What the! wh-UGK!" the rear guard of the elite troops were eliminated in minutes.
"What the hell is going on over there! who has visual" trevor shouted to one of the seargents in his command. "Sir! there appears to be something taking the enemy out at blinding speed, we cant get a beat on it sir!" the seargent hastily replied while providing surpressing.
"Rawwwrr! come out! fight like a worthy opponent you runt!" fear traced the elite leader as he was running to find cover.
More traces of light went thru the elite troops and many more ended up dead. The firing stopped in hopes of seeing what miracle intervention was at work. The elite leader lost twenty of his troops in five minutes. Panic began to overtake his heart as he shot blindly into the dark where his comrads met their end.
"You call yourself and elite!, all i see is a coward!" the dark figures eyes glowed in the dark walls of the ruin . Not knowing if it was a friend or foe the odst troops were standing at the ready.
"Ahh so you finally speak you worthless grunt!" the elite leader was firing at the spot where he saw those eyes. Something seemed familiar about them and he grew even more fearful as he let the plasma rifle overheat in his hands.
"That had to have gotten you! he he" his laugh was a poor attempt to shake the fear that has clawed onto his heart.
Booom! a flashbang was thrown out from an unknown direction.
"Ugh! my eyes dammit" the elite leader shouted in blinded fury and started sending shots out in all directions.
"Pathetic" the figure ran through the light as a blur and delivered what seemed to be an elite sword.
"Who..are..you..traitor!" the elite leaders last words.
"You are the traitor" the warrior was now in visible light.
"Hands up dammit! tell us who the hell you are, and why did you take out your own kind" trevor stepped in aim with the few men he had left. The warrior was calm, his armor was that of the elite. His covered his face completely, it was the legendary ascetic helmet. The armor was shaped in a way to fit a human and the warrior did not have the extremeties of the elites.
"Know that i am not your enemy, or you be dead by now..." the warrior spoke plainly. The glow in the eyes of the helmet were that of the ascetic elite. He retrackted his sword, and began walking so that he was face to face with trevor.
"I am Mystic! know my name for you will see me in the upcoming battle, just make sure you survive" mystic turned his back and noticed he was surrounded by the odst troops.
"Iam afraid we cant just let you go, your a freaking elite too!" seargent briggs the plattoons second in command, speaking with distrust.
"All in good time weakling he he he..." blinding light emerged from mystic, another flashbang. Everyone recovered and mystic was nowhere in sight.
"Well this just got interesting boys, rtb everyone out!" trevor gave the command and his soldiers followed.