Author's Note: I'm so grateful for the support you guys are giving me right off the bat, I hope I do a good job. I forgot to tell you guys, I'll clarify if there's any confusion here, the story takes place a year before cannon, and I'm pulling Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki a year back into the class that Aizawa expelled save for those four, I'll explain a little more at the end of the chapter. Here's chapter, I'll answer some of your guys' reviews later on at the end of the chapter. I'll be real with you all, I'm going to see how far I can push the T rating this chapter.

Thank you Iowaman24 for helping me revise it and for giving me a second opinion.

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Covenant Dance

In Detective Tsukauchi's long career working the streets of Tokyo, he has seen many things that would shake most to their core. There was nothing in his years of experience that could have prepared him for what had occurred today. It all happened too fast, they came through the same portal with zero hesitation. Every movement they made was done with a purpose and with a smoothness that could only come through countless hours of drilling. They seemed to pause ever so slightly at their new location, but that didn't last. They struck hard and fast with zero hesitation, they knew exactly what they were doing.

They first fired their weapons into the crowd making everyone panic and immediately scatter. Then threw grenades towards the sidewalks in order to flush the civilians into the streets where it was all too easy for them to be mowed down. With all the chaos caused by the panicking civilians distracting all the law enforcement, the enemy forces began to systematically target and kill any uniformed officer they could find, thus eliminating any immediate threat. The soldier from before, quickly shoved all four of them into cover behind the cars while his floating friend fled into an alleyway to hide.

The heroes on site of course tried to intervene, but they were mercilessly cut down as well. The Covenant, which was what Serria 034 called them, immediately recognized the larger threat posed by the heroes and began focusing on them as well. Soon, bodies were lining the street and the group began to separate and organize into different squads and disperse along the streets. Sierra 034 was also quick to point out that they were aliens, which honestly wasn't that all surprising given how unearthly they looked. They watched as their fellow officers and heroes tried to fight back but the alien's advanced technology made up for any advantages the heroes would have had with their quirks.

The hero and officers were able to pick off most of a few aliens with the triangular hump and the shield carrying ones, the same could not be said for the tall, saurian ones. Anything that was fired or thrown at them was deflected by some kind of energy shielding that the aliens had over their armor. They might as well have been just throwing pebbles at them. On the other hand, the aliens fired bolts of blue and green energy back at their attackers. They were indeed potent as Tsukauchi literally watched as a hero with a hardening quirk had his entire chest melt off after it was hit by a single blue bolt. Another was split open when he was perforated by a bunch of pink needles which exploded in a shower of pink and red mist.

"Detective!" one of the officers whispers, "He's gone!"

They all looked around and sure enough, the giant soldier in armor had somehow slipped away from them without anyone noticing.

"Shit!" Eraserhead curses.

They look over and see a fireteam of five aliens walking their way. Aizawa clearly was done waiting and was already readying his scarf. They knew they couldn't run, instead Tsukauchi nodded to his friend and pulled out his revolver. If they were going to die, they were going to die fighting.

"Blarg," the elite Major barks and the minors begin sweeping the area for anything remaining humans.

As the two minors drew closer, the group tenses. A loud bang against metal draws their attention and one of them catches a glimpse of something leaping into the air. The major swung his plasma rifle around only to end up with half a ton of titanium armor plating landing directly onto his neck. The magnum barks twice and the elite's body drops to the floor. The elite's partner turns and fires at Sam with his rifle and the Spartan bats the blow to the side and returns with a pistol whip to his face. The blow was powerful enough to make the elite's shield pop and make him stumble a step back. With a firm grasp on the stunned elite's arm, Sam harshly pulls him forward as he drives his fist into the alien's throat, fracturing his trachea. His arms fall to his side as he discharges his rifle into the ground, another second passes and the body finally goes limp. The body is released and the elite collapses to the floor, quickly losing consciousness as he struggles to breathe through his crushed windpipe.

Sam swings his magnum around and fires six rounds in rapid succession into the heads of the other two minors. He charges the remaining red elite as the other two fall to the floor. The major swipes at him with his rifle like a club. He sidesteps the strike and rams his knife into the back of the major's neck as he passes him. Not even bothering to look upon his work, Sam's mind was already working out the priorities in his head. To contain the violence, neutralize the threat as fast as possible, and above all, ensure the safety and evacuation of the civilians. As more cops and heroes arrive one scene, they all look at him in awe before Sam's voice snaps them out of their daze.

"Detectives," he bellows, "You need to get on the horn and try to reach every officer operating in the area. Have them regroup here if they can, you need to get the civilians out of here!"

"But more heroes are on their way!" one of the heroes protested, "Ones with the right quirks to handle this!"

"Do it or they're going to die!" Sam bluntly declares. "The Covenant aren't going to wait for you!"

Eraserhead swallows a lump in his throat, he stands up and asks "What are you planning?."

"The Covenant have managed to block off two of the streets completely and left narrow openings on north and east streets. The civilians are trapped along the edges to the front and sides of the square."

"They're using them as bait," Tsukauchi gasps in horror.

"They've already set up stationary guns and have the entire area zeroed, combined with those plasma cannons that are also trained at the sky, it's safe to say we aren't going to be getting much help any time soon."

Without hesitation, Eraserhead asks "What do you need us to do?"

"The streets are impassable by vehicle but they're wide enough to squeeze through on foot and there's cover on the other side where you can safely get to the civilians."

"We're never even gonna make it across the street," one of the officers hopelessly cries.

"Bobs a Little!" Sam shouts, the alien's eyes perk up. "The SRS99!"

The cops eyes widen as the engineer throws over the large, thirty pound anti-material rifle over to the Spartan with ease. With one hand, Sam catches it, he hands back his empty assault rifle and gives the grenade launcher and ammo off to Tsukauchi, figuring they would need it more. A loaded magazine for the sniper rifle is tossed to him, never taking his eyes off of the firefight down the street, Sam reaches up with his free hand to catch it.

"I'm going to give you a window," Sam calmly tells them as he slides the magazine into the receiver and pulls the bolt back.

"Oh shit, we are fucked!" one of the heroes cries.

With the rifle locked and loaded, Sam extends the bi-pod and gently places it onto the hood of the car, presses the butt of stock against his shoulder, rests his cheek along the top, chambers a round, and removes the safety.

"We're going to have a lot of company as soon as I fire, so you need to move. Stay low, and keep in the shadows, I'll draw as much of their fire as I can. On my mark…."

The small group readies up. Sam looks and through the smoke, manages to make out one Field Marshal and four Ultras with two of the Ultras wielding concussion rifles and the Field Marshal was personally wielding a fuel-rod cannon. The silver lining was that Sam at least knew that there shouldn't be anymore Covenant arriving from the way they came, so what they came with was all they had. That being said, he was shocked at just how much they did manage to send through within the short window he had set with the timer and warhead. He couldn't see it, but he knew from the gunfire and screams that there was a massive firefight on the other side of the smoke and he knew that once the gunfire ended, that there was going to be a lot more Covenant.

"Mark!" Sam screams out and the group sprints as fast as they can.

The Ultra instantly spots the movement, he raises his grenade launcher like weapon and prepares to fire. There was a brief snap and the Field Marshal turned towards the noise only to get showered by blue blood upon hearing another snap followed by a thundering boom that echoed throughout the street. Where the Ultra had previously been standing, there was now a corpse sprawled out across the ground, minus its head. The Field Marshal looks over at the cars and spots an optic flash and instinctively flinches as another two rounds are fired. The first round pops his shields while the second just misses him and instead hits his field-rod gun. As the weapon starts to heat up and smoke, the elite reacts immediately by hurling the damaged weapon towards the location of the sniper, effectively turning it into a makeshift grenade.

The remaining three Ultras shift their aim and immediately light up the area. Soon, their fire is joined in by two elite Rangers and the Field Marshal himself, blowing away all that was left of Sam's position with their plasma rifles and repeaters. When the fire finally stopped, there was nothing left of the cars save for a large cloud of dust. While the other elites began to cheer triumphantly, the old veteran knew better and instead narrowed his eyes towards the clouds. The sound begins to die save for a set of distinct footsteps from across the street where the target area the group had just atomized. Footprints could be heard, and from seemingly out of thin air, walked the spartan completely unharmed save for the wounds he came to this planet with.

Suddenly, his radio crackles and an unknown voice says to him "Hey starship trooper, I'm almost at your position, think you can hold them off a little longer?"

Figuring it was another officer, he replies "Yes sir."

"Look up, I should be coming into view now. See me yet?"

Sam looks up and sees an angelic figure flying above him. The abilities some of these people have honestly amazed him.

"Affirmative."

Standing confidently in front of the superior force, Sam beckons to himself and holds to the his arms out to the Covenant as if to say "Is that all you got?"

The Field Marshal huffs in begrudging respect, he barks out an order and smiles, silently offering the troublesome human another challenge. Something was different about this human, and he now wanted to test him. The ground between the two, an entire squad of black armored Spec. Ops Elites decloak in front of them and one by one, they ignite their energy swords.

"Whatever you did definitely got them pissed, there's twelve of those black armored guys coming towards you," the voice reports, "I can get you support but I need you to clear them out first."

The winged hero only received one word as a response.

"Wilco."

With the SRS99 and his MA5 now empty, Sam places them onto the ground. He then pulls his shotgun from off his back, and racks the pump. With his shotgun firmly held in one hand, pulls out a plasma grenade with the other hand and primes it.

The winged hero then cheekily says "I bet you can't stick it."

Sam snorts, figuring the voice was in visual range of him and responds with "You're on."

The grenade goes soaring through the air and lands directly onto the head of the center most elite. The elite screams and tries to rip it off his helmet before it detonates, taking two more elites with him. The Spartan drops to a knee and fires, dropping the elite. One attempts to slash at Sam with his sword. With a slight shift to the right, the blade just misses him. With his knife out in an icepick grip, he lunges forward slashing the elite's throat as they pass one another. Now turning his attention to the others and sees them attempting to surround him. Reacting quickly, Sam hurls the knife into the skull of the left most elite before sliding under a sword swing of another.

With the spare knife that Fred had given him, he stabs the elite in the neck and uses the body as leverage to swing around and drop-kick another elite. With his shotgun in his other hand, he swings it around and blasts a third square in the chest. With the last of his momentum, the shotgun swings back around like a bat and cracks a fourth elite on the side of his helmet. As the last two charge at him, Sam takes a running start and leaps into the air, pulls out his magnum and fires four rounds into the lead elite's head as he flips over he lands, Sam wraps his arms around the dead elite's waist and swings him into the thrust of the other.

A quick glare is exchanged between the two before the elite lets go of the stuck blade and pulls out his plasma rifle. Meanwhile, the two of the elites from earlier are getting back up. Sam hurls the body into the other elite then raises his shotgun up and slams the stock down onto the other elite. With another shotgun pump and a deafening blast, the original elite gets blown away. Turning his attention onto the last elite, Sam swings the weapon back around and takes aim. The elite was quicker and grabbed a hold of Sam's weapon before he could fully bring the weapon to bear. The two wrestle for control briefly before Sam bashes his head into the elite's face, rams his knee straight into the elite's gut, and shoves the alien off as he doubles over.

Hearing the sound of an energy blade igniting behind him, one of the last two elites charges at him with his plasma dagger. Sam drops his shotgun and firmly gasps both of the elite's wrists, stopping the blade just centimeters away from Sam's visor. The other elite was quick to assist as he snaps up his plasma rifle and fires at Sam, hitting directly in the leg. With a pained grunt, Sam collapses onto his knee and in his moment of weakness, the elite with the dagger shoves Sam to the ground and attempts to drive the weapon into him in his heart. Sam tries his best to push it off but is quickly losing as the tip of the blade starts crests along his breastplate.

A voice booms "Ignited Arrow!"

An arrow encased in flames shoots out and blasts the elite off of him, launching the charred corpse several feet away from the downed sailor. Before Sam stood a tall, sturdily-built man in a navy turquoise suit completely covered in flames. As the last elite open fires at the flaming hero, a sharp whistling sound is heard and the elite suddenly recoils in pain as blood spurts from his wounded hand. Looking over at the injured alien, Sam spots two long feather-like quills, one was embedded in the plasma rifle while the other was thrusted through the elite's palm from the back of his hand.

The flaming hero thrusts his fist forward into an air punch and roars "Jet Burn!"

A giant fireball shoots out from his extended fist and completely engulfs the elite. All that remained was a black charred helmet and the disabled plasma weapon. The hero approaches him as he sits up.

"I normally would have asked for them to surrender," the hero comments, "But it's clear as day what their response would have been."

With a glance back up at the sky, a familiar humanoid figure with red angelic like wings is spotted flying overhead and Sam surmises that was how the hero was the support he was supposed to get. Sam looks back over to where the Field Marshal was and sees that he and his personal guard had retreated back into the smoke.

"Thank you sir," Sam respectfully nods.

The hero looks down at Sam's leg and asks "Are you hit?"

Sam looks down at his wound and is thankful that his helmet was hiding his facial expressions. With the feel of molten titanium running down his leg, he was positive that he no longer had mobility in his leg. It hurt like hell, but there was still a job to do, shrugging off the pain and using Mjolnir's movement assist system as a crutch, he stood back up.

With a curt reply, "It's no issue sir."

Seeing the spartan stand back up like there wasn't a huge burning hole currently in his lower thigh actually impressed the flaming hero to which he gave a respectful nod.

The hero grunts, "What is the US military doing here in Tokyo, and what does it have to do with these…creatures?"

"Endeavor!" the hero, Endeavor's radio barks.

He turns away and responds "Go ahead Hawks."

"LZ's way too hot for me."

The winged hero can be seen banking sharply in order to evade the blue plasma fire streaking towards him.

"You'll need to clear out those guns before I can help evacuate the citizens."

Endeavor turns back and asks Sam "Can you still fight?"

Sam picks up his shotgun, slides in more shells, and gives it a resounding pump. Feeling satisfied with the Spartan's answer, Endeavor gives him a firm nod. A loud, monstrous roar is then heard echoing throughout the streets.

"Holy shit!" Hawks curses, "Whey got some kind of tank or something down there, it's got this giant green cannon and is blasting everything! Whatever it is, it's big!"

Their attention is drawn back to the smoke by another roar. A flaming car comes soaring towards the two forcing them to dive out of the way. Further down the street, twenty SWAT officers were engaged in a ferocious fire fight. An emerald green glow began to shine through the fire and the smoke making the officers pause. The sizzling green bolt of radioactive gel arcs out and detonates in the middle of the group wiping out over two thirds of the officers. Sam freezes as one of the walking tanks from back on the ship charges forward like a raging bull. The surviving SWAT officers never stood a chance.

"The Mgalekgolo," Bobs a Little messages.

"I got something for him," Endeavor angrily growls.

As Endeavor narrows his eyes and fires up his fists and prepares to use a super- move, it was that moment when Sam remembered something very important, there were two of those things. The duo were suddenly bathed in green light as a hunter had managed to sneak up on them and charge its assault-cannon. It stops twenty yards from them and fires, before Endeavor even knew what happened, he felt something big, heavy, and metallic pick him up and throw him to the side before the bolt hit. After getting bathed in heat that he would only feel when using Prominence Burn at its hottest, Endeavor looks back to where the spartan once stood. When the dust settled, the armored soldier was nowhere to be found and the hunter was already charging up another round.

Assuming the worst, Endeavor charges his quirk back up and roars "FLASHFIRE FIST!"

The hunter fires its cannon at the same time and the two blasts collide canceling each other out. Barely even shaken by the blast, the hunter steps out from the smoke with its cannon already charged once again. Endeavor slowly straightens up and fires up his quirk once more, not willing to go down without a fight. Right as the hunter fires, a familiar big and green suit of armor slams into the monster's cannon pushing the weapon ever so slightly off target. What would have been a direct hit was turned into a near miss. It went sailing off and colliding on the side of a building, sending debris flying.

With the familiar feeling of adrenaline flowing through him, Sam watches as the world around him once again begins to slow around him. Everything slows down to a crawl but to Sam, he was still moving as if things were normal. He sidesteps a crushing blow from the hunter's assault cannon before diving under a shield swipe. After somersaulting to his feet behind the hunter, with his left hand, he pulls out his knife in an icepick grip and drives it into the exposed orange flesh just above the hunter's right hip.

With his hand bracing the broad side of his knife, he pushes the knife across the back of the hunter. As the blade exits the hunter's left side, the knife is swapped from his left to his right hand and now with his free hand, he drives it elbow deep into the wound he made. With a loud grunt, Sam then rips his arm along the length of the wound, tearing out large chunks of worms as he pulls his arm out. The hunter cries out in agony before it collapses onto its knees, leaning onto its shield as it struggles to remain standing.

Sam climbs up the downed alien's back and proceeds to repeat his previous actions. Once again, the knife is driven along the length of the hunter's neck. This time however, with one hand firmly grasping the collar of the hunter's armor, he places his other hand onto the back of its helmet and proceeds to push up against the helmet. He could hear nasty ripping noises as the worms struggled to hold the hunter together. With an animalistic roar, he pushes up with all his might and successfully tears the hunter's head from its body before suddenly feeling the sensation of vertigo as his world was sent spinning.

The other hunter, in all the chaos, had charged into the fight in order to assist its bond brother. Using its shield, it bats the armored human off of its bond brother and the spartan is sent flying across the street and slams into a sedan. The car completely flattens under the spartan's weight. Sam lets out a pained gasp and slowly tries to sit up, there wasn't a single part of his body that didn't hurt. The taste of iron filled his mouth and he would feel something wet trickling down from the side of his head as he looked around at the rest of the battle.

He finally notices that it has almost completely halted. The Field Marshal and his personal guard had assembled not that far from them and none of them moved or fired as if they were too shocked by the spectacle before them. Some of the officers and heroes were also in a similar state. Looking forward, he sees the other hunter as it looks down at its dead bond brother, the hunter turns back to face Sam. Its gaze then lowers to the object that the human had in his hand. Following the hunter's gaze, he sees, still firmly grasped in his glove, the helmet he had torn from the other hunter. There were even bits of worm left on it from when he had ripped it off.

Looking back up to the hunter, Sam sees it start to approach him. Sam then looks past the alien and spots Endeavor as he crawls into his view. Looking further down the street, he saw where the leadership was. With a glance back at the flaming hero, Sam locks eyes with him. With an understanding nod, Sam turns and hurls the helmet at the giant, blue walking tank, bouncing off of the alien's head.

"Come on," Sam growls, "Do it."

The hunter growls menacingly.

"Do it!" Sam cries louder.

The hunter proceeds to walk up to him.

"Come on, come on!" Sam beckons. He then angrily screams at the top of his lungs "KILL ME I'M HERE! KILL ME!"

The hunter raises its shield and cannon above its head and is prepared to pulverize the human.

"TEXAS…SMASH!"

The deep voice permeated through Sam's body and the hunter ceased to exist. Sam blinks in confusion as it starts to rain orange blood and cooked flesh. The towering figure casts a shadow over him and he looks up to finally get a solid look at his savior. Standing before him, was a mountain of a man dressed in a blue and red suit with muscles as big as his head. While wearing an incorruptible smile, he offers the spartan a hand.

"Have no fear. Why?" the man asks, he then booms "I am here!"

Sam wasn't quite sure what it was, but something about the man's smile was comforting and reassuring to him. He reaches up and to his surprise, feels himself being hoisted by the hero, it was as if he didn't weigh a thousand pounds to the gargantuan man.

"We came as soon as we could," he reassuringly tells him.

"Prominence Burn!"

A concentrated beam of heat is emitted from the flaming hero, directed at the remaining Covenant forces. The elites scramble, some going into armor lock while others throw down bubble shields. The flames completely incarcerated the Covenant forces who either didn't have room in the shields or were too slow to react. Yet, the leadership remained untouched by their powerful domed shields. Hawks flew down spearing jackals and grunts alike with his quills before dropping off his two passengers, Miruko and Midnight who are soon joined by more police officers and heroes alike.

"Didn't you think you guys were all gonna have fun to yourself, did you?" the bunny heroes smile cockily.

The remaining Covenant forces were dropped down to two remaining squads of grunts, jackals and elites standing ready for one last fight as the heroes stared down at them. The last remaining squad of spec ops elites ignite their swords and charge forward with the remaining while the two Ultras prepare for another volley from their concussion rifles.

Midnight, remained silent. She found herself filled with a blind rage upon sight of the dead officers, heroes, and civilians lining the streets. Seeing red, she charges ahead of Miruko and activates her quirk, knocking out almost half of them. With their lines significantly weakened, Miruko dives in cutting through the remaining infantry like a hot knife through butter. Before the Ultras could fire, one of them gets trampled by Death Arms while the other gets completely entrapped by Earserhead's scarf.

The remaining Spec Ops tried to regroup only to be cut off from their allies and cut off by the combined work of the Eraserhead and remaining police and then completely torn apart when the other three heroes caught up. With their lines completely broken, the Covenant forces were quick to capitulate as the top tier heroes all came in on top of them.

The fighting had finally come to a close. Only the Field Marshall, four Zealots, and three Spec Ops officers were all that remained of the Covenant force that had followed him through. One elite for each hero present. Sam stared down the high ranking Elite as the various heroes and police officers surrounded the group of aliens from every side, waiting for the next move. A few of them had been injured in the fight but none were too injured to stop them from entering battle once more.

All Might stepped forward next to Sam, "I'm sure you can see that you have no way to win this fight, the only option you have is to surrender."

The Field Marshall muttered something in his native language, nothing that he could make out. The Elites didn't speak Japanese.

"I'm afraid I didn't catch that."

Sam knew what he had to do. "Don't approach them-"

Endeavor reaches with a hand to grab Sam to pull him back as he takes a few steps forward, but All Might forces him to lower his hand.

"Perhaps he knows something that we don't," Endeavor gave him a grumble in response, begrudgingly accepting his judgment of the situation.

The Field Marshall cautiously reaches for something on his waist as Sam walks forward, stopping only once Sam had come to a stop.

In English, he says "You may not be able to understand them, but you will understand me. This fight is pointless." One of the Zealots snarled something his suit's translation software failed to pick up. "I alone was more than a match for most of your soldiers, and I only possess a fraction of the power that those around me do. You stand no chance. Your only option is to surrender."

The message seemed to take a moment for the Field Marshall to process, but he responded in English as well. "None of my warriors will surrender, nor will I."

"You have no room to negotiate!" Endeavor shouted in accented English, All Might once more held him back.

"I do not seek terms of negotiation, only that of an honorable death. Failing that…."

The old elite falls silent and instead pulls out what looked like some form of a detonator. Sam stiffened when he saw the device one of the elites was carrying.

"I know you know what this is," the elite tells him, "Though it is an antimatter charge, it should have the same explosive yield of the atomic weapon you used to destroy my ship and crew."

"Thirty megatons," Sam solemnly tells his allies.

There was a murmur among the crowd of Heroes, Sam grit his teeth.

Eraserhead spoke up, "How can we be sure you won't detonate it regardless of the outcome?"

"My honor will not allow it."

"What is it you want then?" asks All Might.

"A trial by combat, one of you shall face me."

"I'd be happy to oblige," Endeavor growls, firing up his quirk once more.

"No."

It was Sam who spoke this time drawing all the eyes back to him. There was a moment of silence as Sam weighed the possibilities in his head. Letting the Covenant have things their way was the last thing he wanted, but he couldn't risk the lives of an entire city. He made his choice.

"I will be your opponent."

The elite nods in affirmation.

"Very well."

"What the hell?!" Mirko shouted, "Why are you the one that's supposed to fight these freaks?"

"They followed me through." There was a slight pause. "It's my fault this happened. Thus making it my responsibility to deal with them."

Sam began removing the remaining weapons from his armor. That meant his his shotgun, his magnum, and his-

The Field Marshall held up a hand, "Your blade may remain."

Sam nodded, moving his hand away from his knife and instead removing what was left of his grenade belt. Hawks moved forward offering to carry his equipment for them. Agreeing with his requests, the spartan hands it over.

Endeavor moved to him, lowering his voice, he said to him, "You better win. We need you to explain yourself when this is over."

Sam chose not to respond, he figured he had said enough and there wasn't much left to do but get this over with. The Heroes and police stood back as Sam walked in closer, facing the Elites. The Field Marshall then grabs something from behind him, and tosses it to Sam. Upon catching it, Sam takes a brief moment to examine it. It was a strange dumbbell shaped object with two ports on the side and what appeared to be an activating button along the grip.

The Field Marshall pulls out another of the same object, presses the button on it, igniting a pure blue and white blade of superheated plasma. Quickly realizing what it was, Sam presses down on the same button igniting his own blade. The two of them then stood still, opposing each other. As the Field Marshall adopted a combat stance Sam did the same.

Sam lets out a sharp exhale and then lunges forward. The elite slides under the slash, maneuvers behind the spartan and chops at Sam as he passes. While still carrying the momentum from the lunge, Sam spins back around and thrusts at the elite. Stepping back, the elite catches the blade and pushes it away before sweeping the blade back around. Thrusting straight up, Sam catches the blade and forces it back before rearing his left hand back and throwing a cross to the elite's face. Stumbling back from the blow, the elite takes a moment to wipe a drop of blood from off of one of his mandibles. Looking at the blood, the elite turns back to his opponent with an amused smirk, he lunges forward.

It was Sam's turn to be on the defensive as he quickly brought his sword up to parry the blow. Sam did his best and managed to trade a few blows, but the more experienced swordsman pressed on. The elite lunges at the spartan, Sam bats the attack and slices at the elite. As the Field Marshal ducks below the attack and grasps the spartan's arm before Sam could retract it. The elite firmly stomps his boot into Sam's chest, sending him flying back. With the wind completely knocked out of him, Sam looks up to the elite sneering down to him.

"You fight like a young one," the elite haughty chuckles, "With nothing held back."

As the elite approaches, Sam jumps to his feet and ignites his sword blocking the elite's chop. The blade is swept to the side and a firm hand grips onto the elite's ornate breastplate before getting forcefully shoved back. He is quickly met with a flurry of slices and cuts and each one is expertly parried, blocked, or deflected. With a successful fake out, Sam manages to land a shallow slice along the elite's left tricep.

Not even bothered, the old veteran goes back in matching Sam's strikes blow for blow. Seeing the perfect opportunity as Sam goes in for a stab, the elite side steps the blade, and drives his fist into the spartan's gut. Taking advantage of the opening, the elite slashes Sam across the chest. Some of the heroes held their breath seeing him drop to his knees. The elite deactivates his sword and using it like a knuckle duster, delivers a sharp uppercut to the spartan just as he looks up. The hit was strong enough to launch the thousand pound spartan into the air. Sam fell back to the floor with a deafening thud, as his vision started to clear up again, he could see the noticeable crack on his visor where the fist had impacted. Looking past the cracks, Sam focused back onto the Field Marshal and he stared right back with a rather bemused smile.

"Even under all that armor, you're still only human."

The fatigue was slowly starting to set in on Sam as he slowly got back up on one knee. The elite watched in amazement at the spartan's determination as he stood right back up and ignited the sword once more.

"I wondered what would break first," the elite muses, "Your mind or your body."

Sam attempts one last lunge, this one more noticeably weaker and less organized. The Field Marshal didn't even bother to ignite his sword, he just kept hold of it as he ducks under the slash and drives his weighted hand into Sam's gut. As he doubles over, the elite grabs Sam's arm and shoulder throws him, slamming back down onto the ground. While straddling the struggling human, the elite finally ignites his sword and drives it into Sam's left shoulder, effectively pinning him to the ground.

Finally, Sam screamed, and his agony could be heard echoing throughout the street.

All Might found himself biting back tears as he watched his newly acquainted ally writhe around in pain. Endeavor clearly had enough and tried to activate his quirk, only it refused to function. He is suddenly wrapped in an Eraserhead thick scarf.

"I knew I should have been the one to go!"

Miroku shouts at the flaming hero "Why do you think you get to be the one who fights that thing?!"

As he struggles, Aizawa hisses "Stop, you can't interfere until it's over!"

"He's dying!" Midnight protests, clearly shaken by his screams.

"I know," Aizawa says softly.

Death Arms turns to All Might and asks "Is there really nothing we can do?"

All Might grits his teeth.

"No."

While keeping his hand on the sword pinned, the elite ignites the energy dagger on his right arm and prepares to drive straight into Sam's heart.

The elite leans close enough to see Sam's eyes through his visor and whispers "You fought well."

Seeing his knife was still intact, Sam unsheathes the blade and drives it into the elite's sternum. The elite was stunned as he felt something penetrate up his chest, he looked down and saw the human's blade sticking out from the exposed under-suit just under his breastplate.

"And you died well!" Sam savagely hisses.

Not giving him the moment to let the action process, Sam pulls the blade bag out and sabs it back in even further before pulling it out one last time. The Field Marshal feels himself sitting back as both energy blades dissipate releasing the pinned human. The elite was at a cross from either feeling angry from the fact he was bested by a mere human, or being impressed by the human's skill.

The elite smiles softly and rhetorically asks the human "How in a thousand hells did you manage that?"

He lowered his head and that was it. The remaining elites, seeing the results of the duel, deactivate the bomb and ignite their blades and charged. With that, their fates were sealed. They all knew they weren't going to win that fight, but that wasn't really the point, was it? Sam paid them no mind, instead his attention was still on the Field Marshal as he gently lowered the dead elite to the ground.

"You shouldn't be showing respect," Endeavor chides.

"In the end, he was just a soldier. Fighting for what he believed in."

Sam stood up and turned to the flaming hero.

"No different than me."

With a quick glance around, he sees the other six heroes making their way towards him. Hawks were the first to reach them.

"I've been watching just a little after you arrived, I gotta say…."

The winged hero smiles warmly and gives him a congratulatory pat on the back.

"You got quite a few moves on you."

Sam turns and faces the rest of the heroes before stopping at Eraserhead.

"You wanted to speak to me sir?"

Little did they know, the news wasn't the only thing watching them. From the roof of a building stood a single Special Ops. Officer leering down at the heroes. Specifically the armored human that killed his commanding officer.

"Your excellency," a Ranger calls out from behind him. "We must leave now, otherwise their sacrifice will amount to nothing."

The officer looks at the small rag-tag team of Covenant that had managed to slip away from the fighting upon orders of the Field Marshal. Right now, making sure his team lived to fight another day was the priority, his subordinate was right. Vengeance can wait.

Before he turns away, the elite's deep voice rumbles "This isn't over."

Author's Note: You have any idea just how tough it was to write in a scenario where Sam would actually be able to do his work without the heroes just lighting up the entire block. Took me like three drafts before I figured out what I wanted. It took a real bit of work. To the guy who mentioned Halo Legends as a reference for how Sam fights, only sort of. The only one I really pulled from was "The Babysitter," I didn't really like "The Package" to be honest. Sam's fight was ultimately based on Halo Wars 1 & 2, specifically Jerome versus the brutes. The sword fight was inspired by a mix of Empire Strikes Back and the sewer fight from The Dark Knight Rises. If there are any doubts on the hunter fight, if Will 043 can punch the worms out of a hunter, then Sam can carve them out with a knife. Endeavor didn't use his most powerful moves right away simply because there were either other heroes in the way. Whether or not his lack of care for collateral damage extends to his allies, he for whatever reason just didn't light up the entire block from the get go.

I can't tell you guys a lot as that would remove the surprise. Also I don't have the hard numbers yet nor do I know what needs to be buffed from the Halo universe as the power difference is dramatic. Sam would have been the biggest and strongest Spartan if he didn't die. Yes, Sam is going to attend UA, the guy is only 14. I'm not going to get away with just being given a license like in other people's stories simply because of the fact the guy I picked is way too young. I also don't want to write a vigilante story, not my intention when I wrote this.

Thank you for reading if you made it this far. Those who liked it, thank you, those who didn't like it, I'm sorry. Please leave a review, the next chapter is literally just an info dump so it shouldn't take as long to write.