HunterxHunter is owned by Yoshihiro Togashi. The anime adaption this is based off of was produced by Madhouse Studios.
Halo 3 was made by Bungie. Halo is currently owned and operated by 343 Industries and Microsoft.
AU.
The prisoner inserted their left hand into the wall and paced forward methodically, grinding the wall and leaving a trail where the wall had been removed. The prisoner made it look as easy as pulling a handful of snow off the ground. When the prisoner's hand reached the doorway, it paused before tearing off the chunk of doorway. The pieces of the wall that remained fell between his fingers, until all that was left in his hand was the portion of the doorway that he had torn from its position. He grabbed his cloak and tore it off, making Leorio gasp.
"That guy… Chief, take the loss. Don't fight him." He said to Master Chief. Chief turned to him in confusion.
"Why not?" He asked. Instead of looking at him, Leorio continued to stare at the man as he responded.
"Johness the Dissector. The worst murderer in Zaban's history. He chose his victims randomly. Men, women, the elderly, even children weren't spared. One hundred and forty-six people died, by his hands. And only his hands; there were no weapons other than them. He was known for his iron grip, and the power in his fingers." Master Chief saw Johness crush the piece of the doorway in his hand, before letting the dust of it fall out of his hand. He said something, but Chief couldn't hear it.
"You don't have to face that psychotic killer…There's always next year." Leorio said, reassuring the Spartan that his surrender wouldn't be taken the wrong way. In fact, the other prisoners were avoiding the man altogether, with the exception of Majitani. Majitani had disappeared; the candidates couldn't see him. The Demon didn't say anything in response to Leorio; instead, leaving his weapons on the ground and walking across the bridge. He already guessed that it would be unfair for him to have any weapons after Kurapika's bout with Majitani.
"Hey… Chief!" Leorio shouted after him, concerned. "Chief!" He growled and clenched his fists. "Wasn't he listening to me?"
When the Savior of Humanity stood before Zaban's worst mass murderer, he finally was forced to look up at someone. He hadn't had to do that in weeks, since the last time he'd spoken with the Arbiter, in fact. The bridge behind him rumbled backwards, receding from the presence of Johness the Dissector.
"How are we settling this contest?" Master Chief asked, with a voice that expressed only mild interest and nothing more. Killua's eyebrow raised; that was the exact voice he would have used.
"Contest?" Johness asked, voice equally devoid of emotion. His right hand twitched, begging to kill, to murder. "I believe you're confused. This will be a one-sided massacre. I have no interest in the exam, or any offer of amnesty. I only want to hear you scream."
"I'd like to hear me scream, too." Chief said. "I haven't heard that in decades. So the loser is the one who dies?"
"Yeah, that's right." Johness said. "I'll tear your body apart." He boasted, and not without grounds. If the Spartan had let him, he could have made due on that threat. But he didn't plan to, and before the murderer could process it, Master Chief was above his head. The Savior of Humanity landed a kick backed by years of training and service, with the force emitted from it requiring, due to Newton's Laws of Motion, the murderer to fall flat on his face. Chief put his foot down on the man's back, just above his heart.
"This will be a one-sided massacre." Master Chief said, making his voice even colder than even Killua's. He applied immense pressure with his foot, and Johness felt cold as his heart, ribs, and lungs were crushed beneath the Demon's foot. Johness flailed backwards desperately with his right arm, grabbing at his foot. The Spartan kicked the hand away, breaking it. A pool of crimson began flowing out of the enormous man, and Chief turned to the first prisoner, the mercenary.
"You must be itching for some action, after having been out of it for years. Would you like to have a fair and even brawl?" Master Chief asked politely. Cortana openly laughed. John had killed four ODSTs, far better trained than this man, with one punch when he was fourteen, unarmored and unaugmented. The mercenary swallowed.
"I'll abstain." He admitted, fearfully.
"Only if you're certain." Chief said offhandedly, turning his back on the mercenary. It had been a indeed been a blowout, but the Master Chief didn't feel any pleasure in ridding the world of the man. He'd done the same thing on much larger levels, so even though the souls of one hundred and forty-six men, women, and children could finally rest easy, it didn't excuse the fact that billions more still tossed underneath the glass that encased them. And it was that that drove him on. No one could truly pay for what the Covenant had done but the Covenant itself, and in tearing itself apart it had done just that. But he still had work to do. And that was why he was here, at the Hunter Exam, training to become a better warrior. Nay, the best. Because even though they'd survived, he knew, there would be other, more difficult challenges ahead for humanity. The stone beneath his feet cracked as he walked, leaving his footprints forever engrained on the island. When he reached the others, Leorio was whispering questions about his identity that none of the others could answer. He silently picked up his weapons and replaced them, knowing that he'd accidentally alienated himself from the others. It didn't matter, though. As long as he contributed, he'd still be a part of them, no matter what.
He realized his thoughts were beginning to get personal, but inside him, the voice of a little boy dressed in green told him it was ok to let those feelings exist. He didn't know why he'd let Gon talk to him all day on the ship, or throughout the run between their encounter with Hisoka and the Second Phase, or even all night on the airship. But somehow, the little boy had melted something in him. And for some reason, he didn't mind.
And those are five ways Master Chief could have defeated each of the prisoners in Trick Tower.
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