The Escape "Go go go!" the marine, yelled behind him to speed up, he didn't care. "Lets go you big peace of shit, metal- his words were interrupted by a felling of sharp pain in his whole face. The Spartan had stopped in mid-stride letting the marine slam into his giant, cold back. The Marine was on the floor flabbergasted by the Spartan's unreasonable action. " Hey little man, next time you insult one of us just remember I could decapitate you with a flick." The Spartan said coolie as if nothing was even happening. "Uh… Uh..," the marine fumbled for words. " Well, I'll, tell the captain," the marine said as if he was proud of himself. The Spartan turned on his heel with a smirk and continued on down the hall. He didn't, care he knew him and the three others were the captain's " Prized" warriors. The Marine watched trough tears as the Giant Daul green Spartan stepped in an escape pod.
" Uh, grouse" the Pink Spartan thought out loud, as the marine in front of her got an unlucky beam shot to the head. She knew they were close to the ground but that jackal got off an insanely good shot on that guy, especially considering in factors such as speed and wind direction. The marine in front of him turned around and let out almost a yelp of sorrow. He started to drop to his knees in front of his apparent friend. Before he even hit the ground the marine grabbed him by the exposed part of his forest green under-shirt. "He's dead," she said as she held him up with no effort. He kicked and screamed as she carried him all the way down the hall and through him into the escape pod in front of her.
The black Spartan slammed the elite against the cold ship wall. Then shoved it down onto its knee. The elite violently started vomiting. "You bastard, that will teach you to invade are ship." He walked to the doorframe and turned swiftly, yet elegantly and capped the elite dead in the skull. "Stupid damn monsters", he whispered under his breath. The Spartan stepped in to one of the last escape pods. He watched Marines already on the battlefield, kill and be killed. Popping his knuckles and preparing for battle he braced himself to land.
The dark red Spartan thought how him and the others were the strongest, fastest, flat out skilled warriors in the world! They were part of the SPARTAN 00005 program, and people thought the SPARTAN 00002 program was amazing, they had something coming. So did the covenant, he thought. He grabbed his favorite scoped pistol, and the black metallic battlerifle. The damn emergency lock was on, " Son of a Bitch," he said out loud. These doors are made to lock during emergencies. Looks like I am gunna have to open this the hard way, hard. He laughed, he kicked the door, if you could even call it a kick, more like a nudge with his foot. The grunt got half way around the corner before the grunt hit the ground with 3 bullets lodged in his small chubby body. So stupid. He watched a marine follow the grunt's step and jump in to the last escape pod.