In the middle of a clearing a group of battle scarred Covenant regrouped. The wooded area surrounding them was seemingly filled with hostiles.
"Enemies are upon us." Gantar, the strongest most intelligent Brute said.
An Elite stepped forward, "A-types, Gantar."
Gantar laughed. "A-types! Fool, the prophets created that myth to frighten you and make you more cautious."
The group of Covenant redirected their eyes behind Gantar.
"Oh really?" A human asked rhetorically. Gantar turned and took a blast in the chest from a shotgun. The human was in black Mjolnir armor, but shouldn't, couldn't, be an A-type. Gantar expected his forces to attack, eliminate the human, but instead they scattered about. Grunts screamed wildly while Gantar loaded his Brute Shot, shrugging off the shotgun blast. The human was gone. This was fine for Gantar. He loved hunting humans down anyway. He took one step in the direction the human went when a golden Elite stood in his way.
"That path is suicide. An A-type is at home on the battlefield." The Elite said.
"Imbecile, out of my way." Gantar noticed the energy sword the Elite was weilding, and stole it. Gantar then rammed the Elite ten feet through the air into a tree. Gantar passed the dead Elite and into the woods. It was quiet, but not silent. There were far off sounds of gunfire. A dead Jackal had half its head missing, laid sprawled across the grass. Gantar moved slowly through the woods.
He thought about the qualities the prophets gave the mysterious A-types. Stealthy, moving quickly and quietly. They could wipe out an entire Covenant base without anyone knowing about it. Also blending into their environments to set up perfect ambushes. Strong, killing Hunters and Brutes with their bare hands. Fast, supposedly they could outrun a ghost. Intelligent, going into battle with an entire planet's features memorized. According to the prophets, A-types knew every weakness in the Covenant army.
"This was easier than I thought it would be." Kamikaze, the black armored A-type, said. He sat in a tree above the lead Brute with a Beam Rifle, ready to open its braincase.
"Hang on. I want to teach this one a lesson." DUI, a red armored A-type, stood peering around another tree nearby.
"Our objective is to kill it." Kamikaze said.
"You can kill it when I'm done with it." He said jumping from behind his tree.
"Hey, Brute!" Gantar turned at the voice. A human in red armor, with no weapons he could see, appeared to be challenging him. Gantar grinned.
"Human, you will regret tresspassing. At least for the time I allow you to live."
Gantar fired the Brute Shot, the human ducked, and began its charge. It was fast, dodging his second and third shots. The human stood in front of Gantar, the Brute Shot aimed at its chest.
"Go ahead. It'll hurt you alot more than it'll hurt me." The human said.
"What are y-you?" Gantar asked, stepping backward.
"An A-type."
Gantar screamed, throwing the Brute Shot into the woods. He swung the Energy Sword at the human's throat. It ducked quickly and punched him. Gantar dropped the sword as he fell backward.
DUI grabbed the Energy weapon while it was still in the air.
"You have two options. The first is to get up and fight me, a slow painful death. Or to stay down, and be killed instantly by a sniper."
As DUI predicted, the Brute was back on its feet.
"Bad choice." Kamikaze said, watching the fight through the Beam Rifle.