I was taken to a room where I would be "prepared" for my first encounter with the team. After about fifteen minutes of armour check, the Director patted me on the shoulder and wished me luck. I trudged, nervously through the narrow, upcoming corridor and more lights blasted on above me as I passed. A loud, monotone, female voice could just be heard through the blast doors I was now facing. Steam released from the lock and I, the fresh meat, emerged.

I looked up at the blinding lights and saw above on the right of me a platform. Other Spartans were staring down at me… The voice projected through the room once again. "Round begins in 3… 2… 1… Begin!"

I suddenly spot two purple figures dart in opposite directions out of the corner of my eye and immediately initiate my first move. "Omicron, wake up! Mark those two targets!" I ordered. In the blink of an eye, my companion had initiated my AHUD (Advanced Heads Up Display) painting both targets red. I sped as fast as I could to the center of the room where I had located to my joy, an immediate advantage. Omicron repeated a red flash on the left of my visor, indicating a threat making a turn behind me. Swinging round on the spot, I released a rocket, twenty feet from my opponent. As he ducked behind cover, another of his partners flew in unaware of the incoming rocket, which blew apart on the pillar beside him, knocking him down and covering him in lockdown paint. At that same moment, my spare eyes once again warned me of approaching danger and as my fist hit the floor, blue energy emitted from my armour, deflecting two rockets coming at me from behind. By calculating the angle I'd need to be facing when they hit me, I managed to manipulate the trajectory of a rocket, which had now turned towards one of the three remaining enemies. Multicoloured paint splattered across the area. I thought I heard a faint laugh from above me and I couldn't help but smile. As I rose from my position, a fist crashed into the side of my helmet and I staggered. Regaining focus, I returned ten more fingers consecutively to the chest and stomach of my oppressor and just as dodged his next attempt knock me back down; I threw a small trinket to the floor. There wasn't much time left for the purple guy after the smoke had cleared. I had left him a little present beneath his feat and just as he looked down, he was launched onto his back, lockdown paint obscuring his visor. I walked past the fallen canvas and saluted him. My attempt at being cocky, concealing the grin behind my helmet. Suddenly my last friend appeared in front of me, pointing the rocket launcher right at my head. It happened in slow motion, as the small missile reached me, I held up my fist to my face and engaged armour lock once again right at the last second. The rocket ricocheted and span out into the thick viewing glass I was being observed from, startling the other Spartans. Two more rockets launched towards me and as I shot my arms out to grab them, I span round, releasing them back towards the firer just as they shot one more rocket to slow the counter attack. As this last rocket bounced back to her feat, she blasted backwards against the wall, completely camouflaged for a second before she hit the ground, leaving a perfect silhouette of her amour behind.