This isn't the full 10,000 words but i thought i should send out at least a little bit for now.
The Doom Slayer broke dragged off to his right a jackal by the neck. He found these things to be the most cathartic to kill out of all of the Covenant forces as their bodies were very similar to that of imps. Both consciously and subconsciously he had marked the different covenant forces into their demonic counterparts.
Jackal: Imps, especially the ones that wielded plasma pistols he almost forget to separate the names. The fact that one stands with a shield while the other evades is the only true way he separates them.
Grunt: Possessed soilders, if the soldiers were much more cowardly. Though those possessed are not allowed to be.
Brute: The demon's that he once learned was comically nicknamed by the U. A. C "Pinky", or possible Hell Knights. Personalities for the most part were very similar, get them pissed off and they charge you. Brutes however are much easier to kill in his option.
Elites: Hell Razers if they were bread with Hell Knights. He found the elites sense of pride to be quite annoying. Kill the things that try to kill you.
Hunters: Mancubus if they could move at a slightly greater pace.
The DoomSlayer of course went into a sort of lolled state when fighting these covenant soldiers. They stood in formation against the formation of others. They do not fight erratically unless terrified – which for him and the Spartans were easily able to accomplish – which was several degrees easier to deal with than the unpredictability of demons. Put a few rounds into the chest of an elite and they recoil and gather themselves. Blast a Hell Razer point plank into the chest with a shotgun and they will grab at the gun while firing back at you. Throw a grenade at Jackals and they get out of the way of the explosion. Throw one at a group of imps and they will leap at you. Kill two grunts in quick succession and the rest panic. Rip the head off a baron of hell and throw it at a group of possessed and save if you hit one of them none of them will slow in their attack or advance. So to him for the most part the enemies of the Covenant were quite boring. Even with their weapons that to him should be several hundred years in advancement, they were still lacking.
He tossed the corpse of the Jackal off to the side as fire and blood remained all around him with two destroyed wraiths and three dozen covenant forces being killed. He pulled out his Gauss Cannon and took out a sniper of one of the stone ridges as they took aim at him. He put away the cannon and pulled out his Assault rifle and counting how many more bullets he had left. Roughly half of all of his ammunition by what he could do. He closed the magazine and running forward. He kicked a grunt in the chest and knocked it into its back before blowing off its head and switching to rockets and launching them into three other grunts where they shortly exploded to leave massive holes in each of their chests. The DoomSlayer didn't even look at them or wait for the explosions to go off before moving on.
A ghost flew towards him at full speed while firing at him with every other burst actually hitting him. This didn't even slow him. He reached into his warp pack and dropped a round device before jumping. The device displayed a full hologram of his body which the pilot of the ghost continued to shoot at, not noticing that the DoomSlayer had jumped until he landed on top of the ghost and pointed a charged pistol at the Elite's face and letting it lose. With the Elite's shields destroyed the DoomSlayer kicked him in the head out of the ghost's seat. The Ghost stopped and The DoomSlayer pointed his double barrel shotgun at the elite. The Elite chuckled as it pushed himself off the ground and turned to The DoomSlayer.
"You are quite tricky aren't you?" The Elite said looking down the barrel and outstretching its arms to either side of him. More Covenant forces came around and pointed their guns at The DoomSlayer. The Elite raised up one hands to them to keep them from firing. "With your little toys. Pull that trigger, without it you would never be able to challenge one of us."
The DoomSlayer looked at him for a moment and shook his head slightly and put away his double barrel and hoped down from the ghost in front of the elite. The foot of height difference forcing one to looking up and the other too look down considerably. The side of the Elite's mouth twitched upwards in a smirk as The DoomSlayer pulled back his right fist. With a blur the DoomSlayer planted his fist into the Elite's stomach, bending the metal of the Elite's armor with the bunch. Saliva and bile left the Elite's mouth with a gasp of pain before falling to his knees with both arms wrapping themselves around his stomach. The DoomSlayer punched him across the face with both of his fists once. The Jaw of the elite cracking and breaking each time. The DoomSlayer grabbed the chin of the Elite and pulled back his head before slamming it over and over again into the skull of The Elite. Fractures erupted from each impact leaving the Elite with many, many, concussions. The DoomSlayer shoved his finger from both hands into the skull of the Elite from where the impact was. The Elite with what was left in him reached up and grabbed the forearms of the DoomSlayer.
"Fuck…" The DoomSlayer growled just loud enough that every covenant soldier close by heard his voice. "Your… Honor."
He ripped the Elite's skull in half and turned back to rest of The Covenant nearby as he reached into his Warp pack and pulled out his pump action shotgun and ran towards them. Half of the Covenant began to run away, not only the Grunts but also the Jackals, while the rest fired at him. He launched a grenade from his shotgun into two brutes before firing three times into both of them as a cloaked elite ran at him from behind with its plasma sword. The DoomSlayer turned sharply while pulling out his chainsaw and cut the elite in half as he turned. The Plasma sword stuck out of the ground as the Elite became visible. A brute ran at him with two maulers, the DoomSlayer grabbed the Plasma sword and ran at the Brute and shoved it through the brute's chest and took the maulers for himself as another brute came at him. From each Mauler he fired three times into the Brute to shred its face before firing the rest from one of the mauler into an elite to destroy its shields. The elite rushed him with a plasma sword and he pulled out the last one from the Brutes chest to block the attack. The Elite pushed down at him with their plasma swords pushing back against each other. With his free hand The DoomSlayer unloaded the rest of the mauler into the abdomen of the Elite; practically cutting the elite in half.
The DoomSlayer grabbed the other plasma sword and dropped it into his warp pack before running at a brute and beheading them. A chopper roared towards him where he threw the plasma sword into it to cut through a good portion of the vehicle before pulling out the other and jumping at the Chopper – stabbing into it. The Driver's eyes widened with fear as the DoomSlayer slashed away at his body, cutting him into three parts. The DoomSlayer's shoulders rose and fell as he stood covered in the Drivers blood in the wreckage of the Chopper. Why couldn't they all just die? Why can't he just kill them all? All their stupid fucking pride and honor? Just stay out of his way! Footsteps from his right made him pull out his double barrel and point at the figure with one hand.
"Friendly." Master Chief said firmly before he got his head blown off. "You, kind of got ballistic there. Are you going to be alright?"
The DoomSlayer threw the handle of the plasma sword off to the side as his breathing once again slowed. He shook his head a few times before looking back at Master Chief and giving a singular slow nod. Master Chief nodded back and picked up a fallen pulse rifle and disregarding his old one. DoomSlayer leaned against one of destroyed pieces of the chopper and looked at the Chief.
"V.E.G.A. how much further till we reach the opening?"
"Another mile at the most. Though I do believe when you get within half of a mile of the opening you will encounter demonic resistance as well." Vega answered.
"How much."
"Approximately 35% the number of forced you have currently faced within the past 3 hours if I am not miscalculating." Vega told him. "Though it is highly likely that whatever number you deplete they will regain from hell."
"How much is that?" Master Chief asked.
"Between 6 and 13 dimensions from most of our estimates." Vega replied. "With the 63% demonic turn rate that we know and the average population being 50 billion from when they merge different plans. I can assume 300 Billion would be hell's population. With the 7 different layers of hell Each would have rounded 42.86 Billion per layer."
"Uh… Did I hear that right?" Kelly asked over the comms. "300 billion demons?"
"If we assume that only 10 Dimensions have been taken over by Hell." Vega answered. "That is what we are facing."
"That's just not fair." She replied.
"Never is." Master Chief answered. "It doesn't matter as long as we close that opening. I'm sending a wave point to all your heads up displays. Meet DoomSlayer and I there in ten minutes." With that he turned off the comes and looked to the DoomSlayer as he rocked the head of a dead grunt back and forth with his foot. "So that's what you have been fighting?"
The DoomSlayer looked over at him and gave two slow nods before pushing himself back to his feet and checking the pump on his shotgun. The two super soldiers looked at each other in silence as the sounds of explosions and gun shots echoes and repeated all around them. Master Chief's shields fully came back as he rolled his fingers under the barrel of the pulse rifle he now used. He looked at DoomSlayer's shotgun and thought about the massive amount of ammunition that it carried within it, the reason that he had to have such large magazines was the same reason the Spartan had to constantly pick up new guns. A thought went through his mind – what would happen if the two of them fought? The Master Chief Vs The DoomSlayer. He began to run comparisons through his head.
Predator Suit Vs Mjolnir V
The DoomSlayer's endless personal Arsenal Vs The countless weapons that Master Chief was skilled at.
One's endless luck against the other's boundless rage.
Without even realizing it The Master Chief had put one foot behind the other as to take up a better fighting stance against the DoomSlayer. The DoomSlayer must have new something like that was going through the 1,000 pounds of Spartan in front of him for he just shrugged and turned away before heading back towards the opening. It was almost time for hell to welcome back its fear.