The two stood in a circle that Kyle made with a stick in the dirt. Both fighters took there bullet proof vests off, along with there jacket. They had pants and a tank top on. The marines gathered around and two elites decided to watch as well. The two humans were waiting for the referee to say start. "Start." the referee said. The two circled each other. Kyle ran up to Johnson, faked a punch with his left and swung with his right. To Johnson's surprise, Kyle missed and then realized that he ducked. He moved so fast, and he didn't understand why. Johnson uppercutted his way up causing Kyle's mouth to bleed. Johnson backed three feet away to see if Kyle had had enough. Kyle glared at Johnson. Three more elites came to watch. Kyle ran over to Johnson, ducking at the last second trying to trip him. Johnson realized quickly what Kyle was trying to do, and jumped so that when he landed he would land on Kyle's leg. Johnson succeeded. Johnson then realized that Kyle was trapped. Johnson crouched with one foot diging into Kyle's leg, and the other in the dirt. Johnson was about to punch him in the face but stopped right before it hit Kyle's nose. "Do you give up?" asked Johnson. Kyle looked down and frowned "Yes sir." Johnson stood above Kyle offering his arm so that he could help Kyle up, but Kyle helped his self up and walked back to a Phantom to rest for the night. "Good job, Johnson." Miranda said. "Thanks," said Johnson "but I think I lowered Kyle's confidence." Johnson started to wonder why he was so quick. It's not like he had received any special training. Just defending the new army.
Miranda walked back to the Captain's Phantom. The Captain was talking to Ning about what they should do tommorow. "Hello Miranda." said the Captain. "Hello." said Miranda. "Something troubling you Miranda?" The Captain asked "Well, I've been thinking about alot of things... I have a question for Ning." replyed Miranda. Ning looked up "What is it?" "Well I haven't seen an elite I made friends with since our last battle. His name was Orte." Ning looked puzzled "He you say. Miranda, Orte was a female." Miranda didn't know that, she felt embarased. "Let me look and see if I could home in on her where abouts." Ning said as he walked over to the Phantom's computer. Miranda waited with the Captain. She looked at him, and he looked in pain. " Are you okay?" asked Miranda "... ...yes." said the Captain. Ning turned back around at Miranda. "Miranda, Orte... died, in our last battle." Miranda looked at the ground. "Oh. Well ...thank you." "I'm sorry, Miranda." said Ning. Miranda nodded. Just then the Arbiter came in with three elites and five grunts limping behind him. He was also carrying two humans, both females. He laid them both on the ground. "I found these two knocked out." said the Arbiter. "Well now we have 377 warriors said the Arbiter. "Good," said the Captain. "Show them to the food centers, but leave the two humans here." "Excellency," the grunt said "I have something to tell you about the location of a brute camp site." "I can see the Arbiter breifed you." said the Captain. "Go on." "Well, we were all in cages made of logs, and they were being pulled by blind wolves. We had been planing to escape for a while until our chance finally came. We hopped on some blind wolves and rode as far away as we could. Before we left we promised the others we'd come back with help." "And you shall." said the Captain "We leave tommorow morning." "Thank you, excellency." said the grunt as he waddled out following the Arbiter to the food serving Phantoms. The two humans awoke right there. "Miranda, explain to them what's going on, I'm going to sleep." said the Captain as he limped to the built in cot in the Phantom.
Johnson was having a nightmare that night. He woke up. It was about his house being destroyed by brutes and there was nothing he could do. He looked over at the marine sleeping next to him. He saw a cigar box next to him. He opened it up, pulled one out, lit it with a match and smoked it. Then he went back to sleep.
A loud tone woke everyone up. The Captain was standing on the hill again. "Is that everyone" he said after no one else came to a Phantom and the tree beds. Ning knew that was his cue "377 warriors!" he yelled. "Good you're all awake." said the Captain. Some of the humans were
wiping the hardened eye juice off their eyes. The Captain stood with his back straight, inhaled a big breath then exhaled. "Today is the day we set out to find the last stronghold, but last night the Arbiter found ten more warriors who are escapies from a brute campsite. Would Klang please rise and come to the alter." Klang looked around at everyone he could see and waddled up to the alter on the hill. The Captain stood aside.
"Warriors," began the grunt "me and a couple other warriors came from a brute camp site. They travel each day about 3 miles so if my calculation's are correct they should be about 21 miles northeast. They are planning to use the warriors as bait to catch blind wolves, and to make unsuspecting warriors go out of their way to save them unprepared. We are prepared, we have the skill, so we can beat the brutes!" The aliens roared. The humans looked around at the aliens and they started to roar. "Now I can't promise, you will all make it back alive, but I can breif you on what to expect. They like to travel around mountains, just in case a cave is needed, so if we get a snipe team up there we should do alot of damage. They also have jackal snipers with them so be careful. The brutes don't have a weapon to arm everyone but there are about 500 brutes. Some ride on blind wolves so we shoud keep our plasma grenades handy. The hardest part is probably the bruteshots, which have been modified so they have a longer range, but that's nothing compared to what we've got, which are warriors fighting for a higher purpose... to save our allies." All of the crowd roared, some chanted Klang. Klang waddled down, tripped on the way down, but stood up and waddled back to the crowd.
The Captain took his place back at the alter. "So our plan is to have a snipe team of 35 elites and 25 humans. I will pick the best possible snipe team using my status board." Ning handed him a hand held computer that recorded the stats of the warriors by having a link in their armor to test reflexes, balance, speed, and strength. The Captain began to pick the elites and six minutes later he picked the humans. One of the humans was Johnson. Seven names later Kyle was picked. " Okay, know we need a heavy artillary team for any vehicles the may have. I will have 100 grunts five humans and 20 elites." To save time he assigned the first four rows of 25 five grunts the job. He then read through the humans and elites. "The remainder will have the close range position, as will I. The hunters will be going behind the heavy artillary covering them. Snipe team pick a sniper, heavy artillary pick up a fuel rod cannon or a rocket launcher, and close range is issued one sword or combat knife and two close range weapons of there choice. Snipe team will be riding in the Seraphs and Phantom four. Heavy artillery will be in Phantoms five-eight. Close range will be in two-three and my Phantom." Everyone did what they were told and got aboard a flying machine.