Retaliation
DC:OK i dont own Halo! Dont rub it in!
The Elites mound of burning Brute corpses spat fat and bile onto the nearby tents, marking their sides with a rot yellow. The Sangheli set up floating sniper towers and trenches. They were not going to make the same mistakes the Brutes had. A handful of Elites encircled a captured Bugger. Johnson and a Elite held it down while the Arbiter stood before it, Energy Sword in hand.
" Tell me, where did the Prophets flee to?" he said
The Covenant flyer just screeched in reply.
A swift slash and a bloody green leg hit the grass, thrashing to and fro. The beast screamed as white blood seeped into the soil.
" Tell me where the Prophets fled to, or more than your filthy blood will stain this soil!"
"They... They..." it began but suddenly its head exploded, covering Johnson in white chunks of flesh.
"Cover!" the Arbiter shouted.
In a few moments the camp looked deserted.
"Can you see them?" Arbiter called over the com-net.
"They're boarding the Scarab!" a sniper Elite answered.
" You split-chins keep 'em busy, me and Captain Keyes will start the Scarab and give those bastards hot plasma," Johnson whispered next to him.
"Covering fire!" the Arbiter commanded. Plasma zoomed around the scarabs legs.
" Too late squids, their all up here now-die you alien scum, DIE!" the black seargeant shouted over the sound of plasma on metal.
The Scarab lurched from side to side, like a Grunt on red cordial. It toppled as it knocked its own legs from beneath itself. The humans crawled from the wreck, brutes in pursuit.
"Help them!" the Arbiter called out.
" Commander! The Scarab!" the sniper shouted, his voice wrought with fear. The Arbiter's hands went cold when he saw a deadly glow radiating from the downed Scarab. He could not leave the humans who had helped him so much to die at the Brutes hands, but to send out troops to help them could be costly.
His heart froze. What to do?
AN: I got some good words for the last one so I continued. Remember, more reviews mean more chapters