The last Prophet floated in the center of the blank room. The Prophet turned to face the Brute that had just come through the teleporter, interrupting his holy speech.
"Brute! This had better be important!" The Prophet spat.
"The Demon!-" A green figure launched from the teleporter behind the Brute, and killed him with a blow to the back.
The Prophet's eyes narrowed on the Demon, "You know, Demon, I had been expecting you."
The Master Chief switched to his SMG. The Prophet went to the farthest wall from the Chief, grinning.
Doors on the sides of the room lifted slowly. Elites with energy swords and Hunters came pouring out. Master Chief fired, stepping backward, almost walking back into the teleporter. A few Elites fell, but the rest formed a line. It was going to be an execution if he didn't do something, and fast. He threw a frag at the center of the line. A Hunter grunted with satisfaction as it stomped on the grenade. About ten Elites began charging at him, while the Hunters stayed back.
An Elite in front of him did a leap attack with the blade, the Chief stepped out of the way, and another Elite was speared. He snapped the Elite's spine and another two were upon him. He fired into one's skull as it stabbed him, eliminating his shields. That Elite dropped lifeless, the other tried clotheslining him with the blade. He blocked it with the SMG in the last instant and grabbed the sword. He pushed it into the creature's head. It gargled slowly, falling to its knees. He let go of the blade and the Elite's corpse dropped to the ground.
The six remaining Elites were hesitating. He tossed a frag in the middle of them. Two exploded, the other two crashed to the floor. He picked them off with the SMG. The last Elite he killed stood directly in front of the four Hunters. When it fell, it revealed the Hunters charged weaponry.
He rolled. The teleporter took the hits and the beams began to trace along to his position. His last frag. It pushed the Hunters far apart, and he nicked on in the neck with his SMG.
They stopped firing, two charged their guns, the others charged the Master Chief. He jumped over the first Hunter, firing into its neck. It seemed to shrug off the damage. These were the toughest Hunters around, as they should be.
A shield hit him in the back, and he was crushed between the giant bodies of two Hunters. It seemed like forever, until he was released. The Hunter in front of him, that he had just shot, turned around. It swung its shield and threw him through the air.
He landed hard on his back, without his SMG. No gun in this situation meant no survival. He took the BR from its holster and raised it at the Hunter that had just hit him. As he fired, a big blue foot above him kicked the gun from his hands. The foot fell on his chest and pinned him to the ground. He looked up, seeing an upside down Hunter aiming its fully charged fuel rod at him.
The Hunter, obviously, was enjoying the moment and wanted him to feel the horror of an enemy he could not beat. Or could he?
"No." The Prophet said to the Hunter, "I have a use for the Demon."
The Master Chief ignored the conversation that took place after that, he concentrated on reaching an Energy sword just out of reach. The Prophet spoke more, and the foot was removed off his chest. In a flash, he grabbed the sword, spun to his feet and took advantage of a weakness in the Hunter armor. He severed the leg at the knee, where a gap existed. The beast screamed and fell, expelling its cannon at the ceiling.
"Incapacitate it!" The Prophet yelled.
The Chief jumped beside a Hunter and dodged a swing, he cut off the head. The second to last Hunter tried to sneak up on him, it swung from behind. He ducked and thrust the sword forward into its gut. It spewed orange, and dropped to the ground.
He stood up and faced the final Hunter. It remained still, anticipating his attack. He rushed, faked left, and- the large Shield hit his entire body. Hard. He fell to the floor. The Hunter charged its gun, and he couldn't get to his feet. He felt the searing on his chest, and passed out.
The A-types stood guard on the perimeter. The ten marines Johnson had lost during his assault, the A-types easily made up for. They cut down the entire Covenant before the other Marines noticed them. In the distance, was the tower the Brute, Gantar, was supposedly in charge of. The A-types had herded him and his forces away from it so the Marines could eliminate the remaining Covenant and take out the tower, which was intercepting important human information somehow. Of course, Johnson had to delay the mission. Now, as most of the Covenant lay dead or dying, Johnson walked up beside the A-types. He looked through binoculars.
"Good job, Freaks." Johnson said, putting the binoculars down and looking at the A-types. The A-types didn't seem to move at all, just waited for commands, "Or maybe I shouldn't call you guys that... Well, whatever-you-guys-want-to-be-called, let's take care of this tower before more Covies show up."