Embers and ashes floated in the air. A lone Spartan limped through the rubble. Phantoms landed on the plateau across from him. He grabbed his side arm cocked it. Many have died protecting Reach. Now one will die surviving it. Six elite zealots turned to his direction. One was dark blue and it had a white elite hand painted on it's chest.
The spartan heard the crunching of soil as the elites advanced towards him. He heard the crackle of active camo. Every elite was gone from sight. All he heard was the crunching of soil. He leaned backward as he felt the steam of a hot energy sword. He kicked the elite and shot it. It got up and knocked the Spartan down. It jumped on the Spartan and swung its fists. The Spartan growled and stabbed his two knives through it's chest. The elite fell limp on top of him. He pushed the body off him.
The elite with the white hand on its chest came out of camo and stared at the Spartan. It growled and turned to it's men nodded it's head. It turned to the Spartan.
"Another day," it said in alien tongue. The Spartan grabbed his knives and turned around to walk away. The zealot turned slightly and chuckled. He raised his hand, but the Spartan spun around and shot the jackal sniper in the rocks above. The zealot growled and ignited it's energy sword.
"Filth! No man has survived Jul' Mdama!" it shouted at him in sangheili. The Spartan looked at zealot and continued walking. The zealot snarled and rushed the Spartan. The Spartan spun around swiping with his knives. But Jul ducked and stabbed his sword into the Spartan's chest. Jul lifted the Spartan and threw him to the ground. Jul turned and roared into the air. "Death cannot be stopped by any man nor being. Your life is a sweet one. Your blood taste sweet at the edge of my sword," Jul said. He turned and walked away. The Spartan growled and forced himself up and attacked Jul. Jul turned to the Spartan and kicked him. The Spartan landed on his face and broke his visor.
"How you are still alive is noble, human. But your life is now mine," Jul said putting his foot on the Spartans back. The Spartan twisted and Jul lost balance. The Spartan grabbed Jul's sword. He pulled it close to Jul's face. "Your life is now mine," the Spartan said as he took off his helmet. A young face with scars and blood flowing from cuts and his mouth. "Your life is for me to judge. I swear I would kill you. Now you came for me. Funny how life works. But now for my last seconds. I give you this warning. There are more of us out here. We survived the glassing. Many have died, but some have survived. We are humanities guardians or knights for it's castle. I tell you this you think you can kill us. You're wrong. Spartans never die they are just missing in action. Now tell me Jul. How many of you can I kill before I bleed out."
The Spartan grinned and slid off Jul. He grabbed his magnum and shot to of the other elites and then fell to the ground.
"Heh... I-I...guess...o-only two..." the Spartan said as his last breath escaped his mouth. Jul looked down at the Spartan and took his dog tags from his throat.
Chris-B423...
The other on was not his. He picked it up from a fellow Spartan body. It said the savior of Reach. The last of Noble team. Spartan-B312
