(Thanks to all you people…I'll need a dictionary for my next birthday)
Koskate was in his room, stretching from his recent sparring session with Ayami. He felt every muscle in his body strain. The sparring session brought Koskate and Ayami together, as did it with every other Spartan whom sparred with Koskate and Ayami. This was how life went with the children after three years of exercising, learning, then "playing". Soon the children went to microgravity training for a year, and now they have began close combat sparring, and training with and without weapons at New Harvest. After five years of training together the children began working together so well that most of the UNSC's officers that were involved, thought that the children read each other's minds. Koskate smiled as he thought of this. The first Spartans haven't even connected like this, this early. So, this group must be better than Master Chief's group. Koskate was jarred back into reality, by a tapping at his door. Koskate carefully stood up, rubbing the sore spot on his arm. He made his way around his darkened room. Koskate opened his door, yet no one was there. He stuck his out of the door and looked down the hallway.
"Must've been Hichro and Ayami playing tricks on me" he thought, as he turned around and closed the door. When he got five steps away the tapping resumed. Koskate turned around, shaking his head. He walked back to the door, and then opened it. Once again there was no one there. Koskate stepped out into the hall. The next thing he knows a white blade is coming right at him.