"This is Spartan group Kilo – Foxtrot 14 requesting ascension on high value target."

Michael 701 jumped backwards as a small brown detonation swung sharp razors past his visor and into his shield system, disappearing as they hit the golden light that encased his armour. The spike grenade had depleted almost 70% of his shields, leaving him vulnerable to another brute attack.

He raised his assault rifle warily, watching left mainly as he knew his squad-mate was covering his back and right side. A mass of hulking muscle and hair flew at the Spartan, its rough crude weaponry firing out huge chunks of red plasma. Michael reacted quickly; firing his primary weapon at the beast and quickly neutralising it. These brutes were easy compared to what he was used to, as they didn't have any power armour or regulation weaponry – they were a joke compared to the covenant Storm elites. Despite this, the Spartan felt uneasy as he walked ahead – he knew the target was close by, and if history was anything to go by then this brute Chieftain would be carrying a Gravity Hammer or something alike it.

"701? This is Gabriel, move ahead and keep your eyes open. I can't see a thing with this fog but I can guarantee he isn't behind you." Another Spartan spoke through his radio coms, the same squad mate that was watching the entire situation through his sniper rifle up behind him.

Michael sighed and walked ahead, grabbing the shotgun from his back and cocking it ready. He wasn't exactly new to the squad, but he could still sense they belittled him from time to time, it was ok though – he was used to it. He was a member of the Spartan IV project on loan to the ONI formation, after enlisting with the rest of his comrades – Michael had been given away for use by the Office of Naval Intelligence. He was given a squad, a five man unit of well-trained Spartan IV's and had been ordered to hunt and assassinate the last remaining Jiralhanae Generals from the old Covenant. Right now he was on the old wreck of a moon, orbiting a long lost human colony planet named "Trident", the entire planet had been glassed from orbit a long time ago, but the target Brute Chieftain had been sighted here – and thus the Spartan IV's were sent.

701 shook of his daydreaming memories and swiftly rechecked his Assault Rifle's ammunition count, the Chieftain had slipped into this old human settlement, and Michael knew he couldn't get too far away. A red beacon activated against the Spartan's HUD radar swiftly to the right, Michael smiled at this; the Brutes were never good at stealth – not even Chieftain's.

"Gabriel, this is Michael – I've got confirmation on the target. Keep a sharp visual and hand on the trigger."
"I know how to snipe Rookie, just do your job."
"Cut the chatter Spartans, just get it done." A third voice spoke, the authoritarian.

Michael shook his head in anger; they didn't even let him request assistance any more The red beacon flashed closer as the two Spartans had argued, leaving the Spartan vulnerable. Suddenly a volley of brute shot bullets smashed into his shields, quickly depleting 100% of his over encased golden bubble. The Spartan was completely vulnerable to any more brute fire; he had never had his shields depleted so quickly before and that made him scared. A large brutish warrior stood to Michael's left, carrying a brute shot and encased in light renegade armour.

A sniper round quickly smashed into the Brute's lower thigh, dropping it to its knees in agony; another round emptied into its neck. A harsh roar was quickly shut of as the Jiralhanae's vocal cords ceased to operate. Two more red dots emanated on Michael's radar as the fog started to clear, a Brute chieftain and bodyguard stood before him, both encased in heavy power armour. The Chieftain carried a heavy Gravity Hammer and the other brute shot-gunned a massive Fuel Rod Cannon. They turned and roared out their defiance at him, their lower tusks forming a fierce perspective of their large hairy ape like faces.

Michael reacted immediately, jumping to his side and grabbing the Brute Shot within a second. Within two seconds he had started reloading the weapon, and within four he had started firing the crude weapon at the second Brute.
"Open Fire!" Gabriel shouted from behind, his sniper rifle spewing out long rounds into the Brute Chieftain. It reacted immediately and activated its short term invincibility shields, they sparked around the monster quickly – creating an impenetrable red flash of energy sparks. The sniper rounds simply bounced of the shields, leaving less than a dent in the red energy.

Michael had barely paid attention, he had immediately fired the brute shot at the second target, letting the six rounds of small impact grenades spew into the monster. The Jiralhanae warrior roared as the last grenade flung him backwards into the wall. Brown blood seeped through his armour as the inside armour pieces were overwhelmed with broken bones and torn muscles.
A roar escaped his gaping tusks as he ran forward, the weaponry forgotten as he lunged towards the Spartan IV who had attempted to kill him. Every thundering step sent spirals of pain up the creature, but the rage in his mind and heart kept him running with nothing more than an adrenaline and lust for death.
The Spartan reacted immediately, dodging the rampaging brute and attempting to reload his brute shot quickly.

CLACK – The weapon jammed within a couple of seconds. Michael looked back up into the eyes of the frenzied Jiralhanae warrior and reassured his grip on the weaponry. Then with the strength of a true Spartan he swung the entire gun around, using the bayonet on the back as a melee weapon to slash the brute's neck open and kill it almost immediately.

"Target Bravo neutralised" Michael spoke quickly while dropping the weapon; he grabbed the assault rifle from his back and immediately started firing at the brute Chieftain. However his bullets simply ricocheted of the energy shields, leaving no marks and seemingly only aggravating the beast.
It screamed at him, grabbing the Gravity Hammer from its sheath and activating it quickly; suddenly the monster smashed down on the ground creating sparks and a wave of gravity into the air. The distraction was enough to pause both Spartans from firing, which was enough for the Jiralhanae.
With a snort, the chieftain turned its back and fled.

"Target Alpha is fleeing! Raphael!? You got this one?" Gabriel panicked in his radio headset, "Michael, tail the brute and report in."
The Spartan IV coughed once and nodded before running after the target.