"Push them back!" The Golden Spartan IV roared to her team-mates furiously as she fired her M8 assault rifle at the never-ending torrent of covenant warriors continued to fire upon her large barrier shields. West stifled back as her shields completely depleted under the unstoppable and unpreventable force of the plasma burns and Needler's. Throwing a UNSC grenade at the nearby plasma coil's, the Spartan jumped to the side and let the huge explosion of plasma and fire erupt over the forces of Storm; letting them either be flung by the power, set on fire or simply blew apart in the raw destructive strength.

The female warrior breathed out in relief as the forces of the covenant remained lying down without any force of life or risk to fire weaponry upon her. As she looked back she could see the two other Spartan IV's as well as the one ODST that had come to assist them.
Another squad of Unggoy and Elite's got cut down quickly with overlapping fields of fire; barely managing to fire their plasma based projectile weaponry. Kig–Yar sniper's stood over the higher peaks of the hanger bay, firing their beam rifles down at the crouching invading humans.

An invisible force slowly moved behind them, the snick of a knife sounded around the Jackal scout's and continued as the blade was stuck straight into the back of the spine of the first sniper. The creature squawked in pain and fear as it fell right back to the door, sending the knife straight up through its chest as it was forced upwards by the impact of the floor. The second Jackal screamed as the impact of purple blood splashed all over its bird like arms, it turned around quickly to face its assailant only for a black spiked fist to smash into its neck and literally send it flying of the railings of the hanger bay.

Lucifer deactivated his active camouflage as the final creature fell to the floor in a puff of feathers and blood; finally he swung under and landed straight in front of his squad. He nodded to North, who immediately proceeded to stay back inside the phantom, and then rushed forward through the corridor in order to find his friend.

Meanwhile
Gabriel's eyes looped low as he struggled to stay conscious, the lust for sleep and prison-less sleep was simply too good to pass up and he felt as if he needed to do it. The blue Spartan IV bit his lip in order to keep himself partially awake, letting cool red blood mix in with the dry crackled liquid that was already etched all across his pale and weathered face.
The warrior continued to stumble on through the endless maze of purple corridors, he knew that he was going in the right direction but was unsure on how exactly he would get their while fighting his wounds and the urge to sleep on the inside.

Gabriel continued to crawl out of the corridor, turning his head to the left just in time to see a battalion of Sangheili and Unggoy run up the line and literally smash into the Spartan IV, knocking him over and creating a squabble of bodies on the floor. The crippled man immediately felt the familiar adrenaline of the 'kill or be kill' attitude that had always held him in battle; with the vigour of an enraged man, the Spartan smashed his fist across and snapped a grunt neck while knocking one backwards.

He stood up slowly, looking up at the Sangheili major in front of him that raised its Storm rifle and flared its mandibles in anger; Gabriel acted extremely quickly, flipping down and dodging the rounds while grabbing onto the methane tank of the nearest downed grunt and throwing it straight towards the crimson warrior.
The green armour piece smashed head on the elite, sending methane gases everywhere as the backpack exploded. A roar emanated as the creature clutched its face, only for it to look up and become impaled on three needles that skewered into its skull, leaving purple blood splattered across the wall.

A few grunts aimed their rifles at the armless Spartan quickly as they saw their leader fall, his brain bloody and shot to hell. Gabriel simply aimed the Needler one armed right back at them, breathing heavily and preparing to fire if the standoff did not end in a way he wished. The Unggoy looked at each other nervously, then at the large image in front of them; the blood stained and absolutely hell-bitten look of the Spartan getting across to them in an element of fear. They sprinted away quickly as the warrior took one step forward; small puffs of methane gas entered the air as they fled the scene in complete self-preservation.

Gabriel breathed loudly as he started to fall down to the floor, throwing the methane tank had taken out the last remainder of his strength; leaving him completely vulnerable to whatever force would come and kill him.
Soon enough a figure sprinted towards him, aiming a rifle at the fallen Spartan IV and preparing to fire upon him; not that the collapsed warrior really cared, in his opinion: he really was done for this life as he was truly to tired and pained to go on.

"Hey Spartan! You've gotta get up." An unfamiliar voice broke through his veil of disarray, it was the sound of an amplified female human; possibly another Spartan IV warrior.
Gabriel opened his eyes to the sight of a golden warrior kneeling over him with an assault rifle clearly outlined on her back and two arms ready to lift him up and help him out. He nodded once as she started to lift him from the floor, lifting him was something that most men and women never could really do; but another Spartan IV was definitely powerful enough to do it.

Suddenly a flash of blue plasma erupted from behind the golden female Spartan IV, a snarl echoed through the chamber as the invisible force took a heavy step closer, the energy blade held tightly in its hidden right taloned hand. This was only seen by Gabriel and not by the more prepared and armed reinforced warrior; and so he was required to action, completely running on adrenaline and the will to help this newcomer.

And so he ripped of the assault rifle from her heavily magnetised holster and opened fire on the hidden Sangheili warrior behind her. Blue shielding dropped to the floor almost like liquid as the Spec Ops elite screamed and rushed forward, still holding onto the energy sword and ready to swing and decapitate the golden warrior.
But the Female rushed faster, moving to the side and ducking under the heavy swing of the blade and jumping up to knee the creature straight in the mandibles. A stifled scream snarled out as the Mjonlir armour slammed into his head; however this only seemed to aggravate the elite as it slashed again at the human.

The golden Spartan IV reacted immediately agilely, dropping down to a athletic crouch and punching quickly at the abdomen of the assailant, letting it fall to its knees and attempt to rise. The Spec Ops elite raised its head quickly, looking around to grab at the fallen handle; only for its neck to be placed in a position of weakness. The Spartan quickly rammed her knees together around the tough jugular of the elite, pinning it in place perfectly as she slowly cocked her magnum and placed it up against the creature's forehead.

"No honour!" The elite growled as he stared the magnum down, knowing that his life was placed between the strength of the female Spartan's legs.
"Your right" The Spartan replied, instead deciding to sharply rip her thigh to the side; snapping the elite's neck and spine in one simple move.
Gabriel watched as the female warrior stood up from the downed elite and helped the crippled Spartan IV up from the floor so he could slowly walk alongside her; she breathed heavily as she carried the warrior but not a complaint was made.

"Thank you so much" The blue Spartan IV managed to moan as he fell into exhaustion and almost fell to the floor again, "Thank god you got here."
"Don't thank me or god soldier" West replied sharply, "Thank Lucifer"