Part II
Covenant Flagship 'High Charity', 2300 IST
SPARTAN 117 watched with grim satisfaction as the charging Brute fell beneath the cascade of bullets issuing from his Sub-Machine Gun. He noticed the handle of a Covenant Energy Sword protruding from a weapon crate. He pushed a button on the handle, and the sword flared into existence.
Shutting it off, the Master Chief stowed the handle of the sword on his belt. He then noticed that the Brute he had slain was a commander. He walked over to where the beast had thrown down its weapon, and picked up its Brute Shot, a wicked looking rapid-fire ballistic grenade launcher with a blade on the end for close up work. He dropped his nearly depleted SMG and proceeded through the automatic door at the end of the hall.
As the Master Chief entered the room, he heard the unmistakable whoosh of a door at the other end. Two Brutes filed in, shortly followed by their commander. The Master Chief quickly ducked behind an ammo crate, but it was too late.
In its guttural voice, the commander shouted, "Spread out! Do not let the demon leave alive!"
The Chief's shields quickly began to deplete beneath an onslaught of plasma fire. Spotting a tunnel-like structure in the center of the room, the Master Chief dashed to it. The tunnel ran under the floor; the top was covered with translucent glass.
The Brutes became confused; and they began to run around and curse in their own harsh language. As one of the subordinate Brutes came near, he lobbed a plasma grenade, and watched with satisfaction as it adhered to the Brutes hairy forearm. It shook its arm furiously, trying to dislodge the sticky time bomb, and was then ripped to shreds as the grenade detonated.
The wall behind him became splattered with gore, and the remaining subordinate Brute became enraged. It charged into the tunnel after the Master Chief, and the Chief quickly ducked around a corner and waited.
As the Brute came charging blindly around the corner, the Master Chief stepped out and took a speedy uppercut with his Brute Shot's blade edge. The blade connected with the monster's chin, and the Chief heard a sickening crack as the Brute's head snapped back. The beast began to gurgle as its blood began to pool around it.
The last one remaining, the Brute commander began barking orders for reinforcements into a communication device on its shoulder. Seizing his chance, the Master Chief leapt out from under the floor tunnel, and, seizing the hilt of his stolen Energy Sword, whipped it out, pressed the button, and swept at the Brute's exposed front.
The Brute stared in disbelief as his entrails began to fall to the floor. Then, face contorting in to an expression of rage; he swung with his bare fist at the Chief's helmet.
The Chief couldn't believe the Brute's raw strength, or the fact that it was still standing, as the fist connected. He instantly saw stars and tasted blood as he fell to the floor. He heard warning chimes as his internal status let him know his shields were down.
As the Brute raised its gigantic foot to crush the Master Chief's head, the Chief managed a mighty kick forward. His armored boot slammed into the Brute's ragged stomach wound, and the beast howled in agony.
The Chief snapped up the fallen sword, and, pulling the Brute down to the floor, thrust it into its heart. The beast's eyes popped and its face became a rictus of death as its final strangled roars filled the room.
The Master Chief hauled himself out from under the massive monster, and shakily stood.
AN: This is my first fanfiction; let me know what you think! Also, I know it's kind of weird to do Part II before Part I, but I haven't exactly… written Part I yet. Well, hope you like it, and I'll do my best to get Part I written and submitted soon, so, you know, anticipate! Or, the reverse of anticipate…you would anticipate for Part III…