All righty, thats my big fight chapter done. There will be one more chapter but it will only be short (not that different from the rest but o well). With that said,Enjoy read and review!
Approximately 25 meters from the trap grid Johnson was forced to stop again. Adam and Damien who where acting as crutches for one another slumped to the floor. For once Johnson actually felt sorry for Damien, not only because of the hole in the side but the fact that he had to lug the extra equipment to maximise the squads overall manuvrability. This however was not his reason for stopping, they had hit a sheer drop with two behemoths at the bottom, luckily they had been distracted for the moment the sergeant peered over he drop..
"why we stopping sir?" wheezed Adam.
"shhhh!"
The mouse ran away from Tasseil's sheild in pure fright, he chuckled and moved it into the rodents new chosen path. All of a sudden Dasseil jumped up, very fast for a creature of such immense weight and stomped down on his bond brothers shield arm.
"My pray!" roared Tasseil deeply, sounding very hurt and offended. "Forget it brother, I heard the voice of a human…….bigger pray" spoke Dasseil quietly. Tasseil huffed and stood, as if letting the small creature go had physically hurt him. Their supervisor, a white clad elite, noticed the sharp change in the hunters mood and got to his feet. He knew that however stupid or clumsy they could be, their senses and impulses never let them down. It was just a shame he had no translation kit. In unison the hunters pointed to the left hand ledge. It was clear that their leader understood as he unclipped two plasma rifles and clashed his mandibles in excitement.
Johnson nudged the barrel of his rifle further over the edge of his rocky cover, confident that he was still invisible to the aliens not to far below. A white elite…. He must be one hard core son of a bitch to earn that privilege, seemed almost a shame to stain that purely white armour with it's wearers purple blood…..almost. A loud crack thundered through the air and a stream of white flashed towards the Elite, then reflected at a 45degree angle from his head. The Warriors shield crumpled like paper around his head, but held and reshaped. Johnson cursed and fired again as the elite shook his head and the hunters warmed up their cannons. This time the round shattered the shield like thin blue glass and the elite dived for cover, obviously in the knowledge that he would not take a third shot and live. Damien and Adam took up firing positions on the lip but where thrown from them almost immediately as the sergeants position disappeared in a blinding green explosion. Luckily Johnson had dived for cover just about the same time as the elite but was covered in rubble. Damien rose first, with a grenade in his hand, thinking himself safe by the sound of the unready charging guns.
"DIE DIE DIE!" He screamed. He pulled the pin and threw without really looking, the second it left his hand he was thrown to the floor again, this time by a plasma bolt in his left arm and side. No explosion. Johnson watched on helplessly, trapped on the ground as the man stood up laughing madly, flailing the stump of his arm. He withdrew another grenade, still laughing; laughter which caused blood to spurt out of his side each time. He clutched the pin within his teeth and ran, his laughs now sounding like hisses. He jumped and was shortly fired upon by the elite, before jerking his head to one side and pulling the pin. Three seconds later Damein landed on the head of a hunter and exploded. Shrapnel erupted from the grenades and lead burst from its casing within his backpack, the hunter's head was immediately torn from it's neck. The other was shielded, his only injury a stray 9mm round in his leg. The Elite's shield was again shattered into thousands of peaces, but this time he was hit, shrapnel covered his body on both armour and flesh. He roared in pain and pulled a sharp chunk of rock from his neck.
The Covenant squad marched in a silent formation, the horror of the flood almost forgotten, replaced with what they had just witnessed, or in 'Sunee's case, done.
"Glorp, once more ask the buzzards where their checkpoint is"
"sir"
"DO IT"
Glorp shuddered, turned and stopped the two jackals who walked unnervingly close behind him. He put some distance between himself and them then engaged his translation software.
"errrr…… where….. Is…. Checkpoint ?" "Go jump off a cliff gas sucker" the tallest said, in the common jackal tone.
"Or better yet go roast yourself and save us a job!" squealed the other.
Glorp backed up in shock as they advanced on him; the jackals seemed to have lost all fear and sense, wild feral hunger caused their eyes to grow wide. Without thought to consequence the tallest threw his weapon into the air, deactivated his shield and pounced. He landed on Glorp's shoulders and kicked him to the floor with his powerful spring loaded legs. Glorp swung at the creature and hit him hard, but it had no effect. The attacker returned the favour and punched Glorp in the head. Glorp winced but did not back down, he brought his head far back then lunged forward with it. The head butt hit full on, Glorp temporarily lost vision in both eyes but his attacker had got the worst of it. The jackle lept off on the grunt, his snout bent at an unnatural angle. The other Jackal immediately rushed to steal the pray , he pounced but hit a metal wall. He looked up, the resistance was in fact 'Sunee who tuck only a moment for fear register in the jackals mind, before delivering a bone crunching blow to his chest. He spluttered then fell, dead. Glorp jumped up and punched the standing jackal several times onto of his snout. He was completely blind with rage, he hit scratched and bit until he was effortlessly dragged away by his superior.
"It seems we are both dammed now grunt" 'Sunne said to a speechless and blood covered Glorp, almost sounding as if he was stating the punch line of a joke. Lired now replaced the jackals in the back of the formation, he had been completely oblivious to the fight, until he was ordered to collect the arm shields from two jackals who had been alive when he last looked. He was not particularly bothered though, he infact felt a lot safer. A few hundred yards later this sense of security was once again ripped from Lired, a huge explosion shuddered the ground on which they stood. It was close.
Tasseil tried his best to ignore the pain in his leg while he limped over to what was left of his bond brother. Only chunks of steaming flesh and perfectly intact but hollow armour remained. He began an age old tradition, he picked up his bothers shield and hammered it vertically into the ground. He then looked up to where the human jumped from and hummed an old covenant hymn. Next he began his favourite part, revenge, he warmed up his cannon and began to disintegrate the earth above him. The white elite's sheild rebooted and he stood, his whole body ached and stung, but he could still kill, which was good enough for him. He picked up his rifle, looked at it, then put it back down again. He instead withdrew a small cylindrical object and griped it once. Pure Crystallised blue energy burst out either end of the handle and hummed softly. He clashed his mandibles with excitement.
Adam dove towards Johnson and quickly tried to free him before the green beam got too close. The sergeant heaved himself up with Adams help and they both withdrew from the ever decreasing lip. The fire stopped and alien voices filled the air.
'Sunee, Lired and Glorp all scrambled up a steep slope which brought them to the site of the blast. 'Sunee reached the top first and offered no assistance to the grunts, he instead ran towards the white elite he saw up ahead. "brother! How do you fair?" 'Sunee said light heartedly, finally seeing a familiar and trust worthy face.
"'Sunee! No time for talk, I hope that you are the lost squad. If not I'm killing this vermin then heading out." The Spec op commander named Hatie 'Hanasee replied, seeming very preoccupied. 'Sunee thought it best not to question him, so he simply stood by him. Glorp and Lired caught up, they wheezed heavily from all the climbing, Lired pulled out his last ration pack and stuffed it into the feeding hole of his respirator; he paid no attention to the situation at hand. Glorp first noticed a hunter that bashed his own arm madly, the cannon glowed green but would not fire. It began to bulge at an alarming rate, the fool must have fired over the safty limit thought Glorp. The two Elites ignored Glorps attempts of trying to get their attention and instead they started to climb up a rock face. The hunter wailed madly and bashed the cannon more until gass started to vent with a defining hiss. Glorp kicked Lired out of the way and turned just in time to see a string of bullets hit the area vented area and ignite.
Johnson edged closer to the edge to see what the hell was causing all the hissing, when a marine appeared on the other side of the ravine. The man hand signalled for Johnson to move then started to fire down into the covenant. Johnson's instincts tolled him to obey, so once more he dove for cover. An almighty explosion sent sprays of orange and green goo into the air, which momentarily rained down on both human and covenant. "watch out, there's two split chins climbing up to your position. I'll hose the son bitches and buy you some time." Shouted the marine that just caused the explosion, he sounded like he was actually enjoying this Johnson thought, before laying flat to the ground with his sniper rifle before him.
'Sunee tried his best to ignore what had just happened and just concentrate on getting to theses humans then getting home, but he was finding this hard as the rock was covered in blood and green liquid energy store and as there where bullets draining his shielding. 'Hanasee waited at the very top of the scale and pulled 'Sunne up to him. After a count from his commander he flung himself to the top, while doing this his shield failed. 'Sunee observed but saw nothing, until a white streak flashed by his leg, he had time only to bark in surprise as a second one hit him in the leg and swept it from underneath him. He tried to regain his balance but failed he plummeted. 'Hanaee was up now, a shot hit him in the head but he continued to run, his blade in a counter balance behind him. A second hit his chest and finished off his shield, there was no third.
Johnson franticly searched for a full clip, he rose to one knee and cursed with every offensive word he knew. He caught a glimpse of the charging elite, before finding his spare clip and jamming it into the rifle. He looked up with his site, ready to finish the elite but found Adam in his way.
"MOVE!" Screamed Johnson knowing that this could cost them both their lives. Adam waited until the Elite was just within cat swinging distance and pulled the trigger on his weapon click. Empty.
"namuh eid ot eraperp!" Roared the elite. Both warriors pounced at the other with their weapons held high. As if he was jelly cut by a diamond blade, Adam was sliced with laughable ease, So much so that the Elite actually did stand laugh. This was the biggist mistake the command would ever make in his life, Johnson stood, thrust the barrel of his rifle into the elites thought and fired. "That shut you up.
Johnson didn't even check to see Adam's condition, there was no point; plus he knew the sight would give him nightmares until the day he died. "Sorry about him" Said Locklear who had some how gotten to Johnson's side of the ravine "The birds close, we can go if you want, probably before they attack again. I'd stay and fight but I don't think you could stand another." Johnson stood to face the marine and silently nodded, he wanted to make them pay for the men he lost. Be he knew that he would only end up as one more of the body count. The two humans swiftly followed the trail which lead to the Drop ship, Johnson tried to push down the horrors in his mind as he got in the ship. Leave them behind with the dead.