The Spartan blinked his eyes, the light around him was blinding. When his eyes focused, he observed his surroundings; he was slumped against a railing, his visor covered in blood, some his, some not. Emile began to sit up, a sharp pain shooting up and down his abdomen, resonating from his chest. The Spartan III flinched, but grew to his feet anyways. He observed the scene before him; the MAC cannon directly in front of him was totaled, dripping red hot metal even after what seemed like hours, or days. His eyes began towards the sight in the canyon below; a covenant cruiser ripped through the middle. "Crazy bastard did it," Emile found himself saying under his breath. He limped over to the two Zealots he had made his last stand against. One's neck hid the blade of his Kukri, the other revealing a mangled skull, warped by shattering and Shotgun pellets. Grabbing said Shotgun and pulling his blade out of the Zealot's neck and sliding the Kukri into it's respective spot on his battle-hardened armor's sheath, he began down the steps of the facility. Bodies of many high ranking Elites littered the ground, making maneuvering out of the ruined facility a difficult task. Emile vaulted over the railing, finding his boots buried into more gore, likely the result of Noble Team's Lone Wolf. Emile cleared himself of the shipyard, following a trail of dead Covenant leading him to the whereabouts of his teammate. The Spartan's skull visor, now bearing a crack on the right eye, only breaking the skull layer of the helmet and not obscuring his vision, gleamed brightly from the dim sun in the dead sky of a planet on it's last legs.
Six continued his slaughter of the Covenant forces surrounding him, wearing him thin from hours of non-stop combat. His body screamed for a halt, but for the sake of his life, he refused. His armor burned, smashed, and cracked, he continued his assault even despite his inevitable end before him. Six emptied the rest of his clip in his Assault Rifle into the chest of an approaching Ultra, stopping it's approach. Six reaches for his last mag and loads it into his Assault Rifle as another Zealot approached him from behind. Six spins around, smashing the barrel into the surprised Warrior's face, before loading hot metal into the Alien's brain. 15 bullets left. Six turns to engage the two Ultras and General directly to his left. He pops the shield of an Ultra wielding an Energy Sword with what he has left in his clip. He throws the now empty Assault Rifle at the Ultra, making the Alien stumble backwards to recover. The General begins to barrage Six with Concussion rounds as Six charges the concussed Elite, Magnum and Combat Knife drawn their holsters. Six clambers up the side of the Ultra, ceasing the General's advances. Using the Ultra's right leg to push himself up, the Spartan vaults onto the towering soldier's shoulders spinning to have their backs aligned vertically, Six stabs at the base of the Elite's skull with his Combat Knife. As the Elite slumps and begins to fall, Six opens fire with his Magnum at the General, who dives for cover. Six jumps off the Elite's shoulders and onto his feet before he turns to seek his own cover, coming face to face with the final Ultra who had flanked him. The Ultra throws a 3-fingered punch towards the Spartan's visor. Six, grabbing the Ultra's arm, flings the Ultra over his shoulder using the force of the Elite's punch. Six smashes the tip of his blade into the exposed areas of the Elite's faceplate as it lied face up on the ground, earning a large surge of blood covering his already stained armor and an animalistic scream resonating from beneath it's white armored exterior. Not satisfied with his handiwork, Six buries his heel with as much force as he could muster into the hilt of his Knife. Another, larger, splatter fires upward as the downed Elite gurgles and it's arms fall lifeless, relenting from it's failed attempt to protect it's face. Six ducks low to the ground, using the fallen Warrior as his cover. The incoming Concussion Shots hurl Six to his feet as the dead Ultra is thrown to the side, horribly mangled. Six dodges to the left side, a bolt of hot plasma racing against his arm, searing the armored appendage. Flinching, Six dives into a roll underneath another well aimed shot, almost hitting him dead on. Now 5 feet in front of the High ranking Elite, The general shoulders his Concussion Rifle and draws his Energy Sword as Six's grasp on his own blade tightens, dripping with an indeterminable amount of Covenant blood. Six charges the General in his blood lust. He slides under the General's attempt of a stab, coming to a crouch, before launching himself towards the turning Alien's back. The Elite spins around in a slash, cutting the left side of the Spartan's visor, more cracks spidering out from the cut. The Super Soldier transforms his lunge into a tackle, burying the Combat Knife into the General's stomach. They fall over, the General letting out a roar as Six composes himself, beginning to drag the blade across his opponent's armored bowls. The General's retribution falling upon deaf ears, Six exposes the gore and intestines of the Monster, it's blood creating a lake around him as the undersuit is shredded. Six looks up from the General's body, seeing the might of distant Wraiths raining around him.