Disclaimer: I do not own Halo, or anything, really.
A.N: Wherin Forge finds the Cowbell skull. Hehehe.
*Cowbell*
*Starring: Forge*
BOOM! The shotgun went off, and a grunt collapsed.
"Spirit, this is Forge. I need backup!" Forge shouted into the little walkie talkie he was equipped with. Another Hunter pair stepped in front of him.
"Come get some!" He shouted.
BOOM! SHUCK-CHUCK BOOM! BANG!
Forge glanced around, because that last blast wasn't his shotgun. A little skull, to small for a human, was sitting placidly in the middle of the room. Forge leaned over (dodging a plasma bolt,) and picked it up.
poof.
Somehow the soft soud could be heard over the din of the surrounding battle. Then forge turned around and pandemonium broke out.
With a loud thwack a grunt, who had a ruptured methane tank, blasted violently through the ceiling. A marauding elite, who was behind Forges line, suddenly found himself flying twenty feet into the dark abyss below. One poor marine shot off his rifle and flew back almost to meet the elite in his resting place.
Forge smiled.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
entire flocks of enemies flew back, shocked to find physics gone haywire.
"Forge this is Spirit. We're sending in some grizzlies to your position. Hold on, help is on the way." Click.
Forge gulped, and then Harvest imploded.