The elite zealot knocked him to the ground. He continued to fight, right until another elite zealot started to raise his energy sword. As the sword started to go down, time seemed to slow. Noble six never believed when people claimed that they saw their life flash between their eyes. However, he was proven wrong. The sword was about 5 inches from his chest.
James emerged from the burning house.
"Mom? Dad?" The scared 10 year old quietly asked. Suddenly, he heard a whine. Scared, he turned around, and saw a pelican flying down. He quickly hid behind a piece of debris. Not knowing whether the pelican was insurrection or UNSC. The pelican landed, and then the back doors opened. James quickly hid his head. Peeking around the debris, he noticed six UNSC marines fanning out in group of three, assault rifles at the ready.
"Hi there little kid." James jumped up, and turned around, to see a marine standing behind him, his assault rifle by his side.
"Jesus, look at him," another marin said, "You almost scared him to death."
"Who- who are you?" James asked hesitantly.
"My name is Ryan. My friend here is Andrew. Don't worry, we are UNSC." Ryan replied. Suddenly, a radio crackled to life.
"Ryan, do you copy?" the radio said.
"Yep, we're here." Ryan replied
"Any survivors at sector 3?"
"One child. We are bringing him to extraction now."
"Copy. Ambrose would be happy."
"Yea, he already took 50 kids into his custody." Then, to James, "Come on kid. Let's get you to safety."
The energy sword moved an inch.