High School DxD: Spartans X Dragons

Author's Note:

Sorry for inactivity, I had a writer's block of sorts and my bedroom's fuse melted for a week. Yeah. I was also helping an author during the past month...? On some things and was downloading some anime. IDGPE will be coming right after this, and then I'll be working on the rewrite of chapter 2 of Parallel Worlds. Then I'll start rewriting chapters 3 and 4 of SxD and 2-5(ish) for IDGPE.

Yeah, sorry about screwing up the last two chapters, I was really out of it. Didn't really have much inspiration and I wasn't as cautious as I was supposed to. I got some practice in with Infinity Blade 2- SPEAKING ABOUT INFINITY BLADE, CHAIR, WHY DIDN'T YOU PUT IN VILE, OMEGA OR THE TWO HELIOS SETS FROM THE PREVIOUS TWO GAMES?! Fuck, a mosquito bit me as I was typing this...(seriously, you should have enough of my blood by now. You've been living with me for three years).

On with the chapter, I have no idea what's going to come up. As you probably have guessed, I'm using the anime series as a guide for me and chapter 5 should be the start of Volume 2 of the Light Novel. Also, kudos to those who knows what's going to come up (in the next several chapters). I dropped a vague hint in chapter...2 I believe. Shit, too many characters for me to keep up with.

Also, I noticed that in the previous chapter, people were not as satisfactory as I thought they would have been. I, again, apologize for that. I wasn't as well prepared for that chapter and I was kind of lazy. Also, it was completely unexpected for there to be some strong resistance from people about Issei. I apologize; I'm not entirely sure what I should do with him at this point. He's just there for the lols.

Hope you enjoy, this is going to be...different (hopefully) to the previous two chapters. I take reviews very seriously and input from everyone would be fantastic.

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Chapter 5: Chicken Wings

(A/N: I did not just do that)

This day was the same as every other day. It consisted of me waking up, breaking or trying to break my alarm clock, brushing my teeth, taking a quick shower and eating a big breakfast. Unlike the other weekends, I had an appointment to go to. Straightening all the folds on my shirt and pants, I grabbed Picks and departed for my first "appointment". It was a simple job. Rias Gremory had asked me to join her on a small training regime that she had planned and she wanted me to give some input on what I thought should be altered, changed, etcetera.

Again, it was at the park. Why is it always the park? Does the god damn universe revolve around a park or something? I swear my life in this world had always revolved around parks. Everywhere I went, I would always enter this park or another park or pass by it. It was a comedic when I first noticed but now it just got plain annoying. It always taunts me as well. I swear, once when I was complaining out loud, I swore I hear a very light whistle through the trees that vaguely sounded like, "Problem?"

I grabbed my bag as I left. It held all the essentials, water, an M6H, some MREs incase I somehow got lost and a spare set of clothes. It was a plain and dull dark gray in color with green here and there. I wore a normal sized T-Shirt that had the letters "UNSC" written on it with the logo of an eagle placed behind it. The shirt was a military gray color and the logos were printed in white.

I turned my head to the right, towards the living room. I saw Asuka watching TV, a detective themed show. She noticed me watching and her face quickly turned sour. I mentally shrugged and grabbed my shoes. "Great, now my day is ruined..." I heard her murmur. Ignoring her comment that was clearly intended to piss me off, I jogged out the house and towards the park. The wind brushed my face. I barely broke a sweat as I arrived at my desired location.

Looking around, I found the park deserted. It's 4AM in the morning so it's expected. The weather is pretty cold as well. It's almost like a natural air conditioner without the wind blowing in your face, perfect for exercising. I did some warm up stretches for an hour and ran around the park for the next hour. Kiba arrived at 6AM and Koneko shortly after. Issei was in a comatose state for the moment. It turned out that being in Balance Breaker can take a lot out of a person even if he was in a toy.

Akeno arrived next. She wore P.E. sweats and had a bag strapped on her shoulder. We waited for another ten minutes and we found Rias and Asia. Asia was in more "exercisable" clothes and Gremory wore red P.E. sweats. "Ah, everyone's here." She said with a smile on her face.

"Yes, Buchou!" Everyone but me replied simultaneously. She smiled and clapped her hands twice. They all began their warm up stretches. Even right now at 6AM in the morning, there was no one here. I would have to ask Rias later. I tended to stay away from the group subconsciously like how most Spartans would shy away from conversation. I grabbed a piece of paper on a clipboard and began jotting down a quick draft of our morning exercise which consisted of a thousand laps around the playground, three hundred push ups, two hundred sit ups and five hundred squats.

Judging by their physical strength and estimated endurance, this should be a light to medium warm up for them. I sat in the shade, waiting for the Devils to finish their exercise. Rias walked towards me and sat beside me. It made me slightly uncomfortable and I scooted away. She made a face and sat closer which made me frown slightly. "Here's the morning exercise." I handed her the clipboard. "It's just a rough draft and I don't exactly have a proper estimate on your species' body capabilities." I watched her analyze it with careful precision.

"It looks a little heavy." She laughed and handed back the clipboard. "We might be Devils, but we can't do five hundred squats or a thousand laps around the park right off the bat." My eyebrows crunched as I made a questioning face at her. I had trouble believing that. Koneko, the little girl, could pick up a massive centaur-like Devil with ease and punch it into the sky. "Really?" I asked.

"Yes, sorry Ise- I mean, John." She placed two fingers on her lips in correction. I placed the clipboard on my lap and rubbed my temples with my thumbs. I might have overestimated their capabilities. "So, comparing yourselves to humans, I want to know how much your body can take." I asked, turning the paper over. Rias began noting down what they could and could not do. Generally, they were the "superior" version of humans, approximately 10 times stronger. Of course, that only applied to Kiba, Koneko, Akeno and Asia. Rias was a hundred times or stronger even.

I settled with two hundred laps, fifty push ups, fifty sit ups and one hundred squats. Rias still laughed at the schedule but it was doable. Kiba had a more diverse reaction, saying that this was almost as bad as Rias's training regime or even worse. "Actually, John wanted you to run a thousand times around the park, do three hundred sit ups, two hundred sit ups and five hundred squats before I corrected him." Rias said without remorse. I shrugged. Kiba began laughing nervously. After they get used to the drills, I'll bump it up to UNSC standards, a thousand and five hundred fifty laps, five hundred sit ups, four hundred and fifty push ups and a thousand squats. A smirk tugged on my lips as I thought these thoughts.

"B-buchou...John is smiling..." Kiba stuttered. His face was almost as pale as mine was.

"Enough talking," I barked. "Start running, I don't want to see any lollygagging or any mouths moving, let's go let's go!" I began jogging beside them as they took off. I heard moans from Kiba and 'ara aras' from Akeno. Koneko was silent for the majority of the jog but her face was just as red as everyone else is by the time it was over. Asia got the blunt of the force. She was hyperventilating by the third lap and Rias had to take her out. She must have not gotten a lot of exercise.

"Oh Maou, you're the Devil!" Kiba shouted as we finished. He was panting hard and his shirt was covered in sweat.

"Suck it up and leave it for later, unless you want to start the next section immediately. This is just a warm up exercise for me to find your strengths and weaknesses." I paused. "Break ends in a minute."

"Wait what!"

"Break is over! Everyone on the floor now and give me some push ups!" I shouted. All those years with Sergeant Mendez had paid off.

The rest of the morning was drenched in sweat and heavy breathing on the Devil's part. Even Akeno's high stamina as a [Queen] didn't save her from my hellish (A/N: ARGH!) regime. It was 8 AM right now and everyone is at the bench, panting hard. Usually now we'd have a short five minute break then start training again, but I keep on having to remind myself that this isn't the UNSC and there is no immediate war that's going to break out. I clapped my hands twice to get their attention, "You did a good job today. Starting from next week, I want you all to arrive here at 4 AM in the morning. There we will do this exact same exercise for the next few weeks for two hours so we won't be late for school. Now, are there any questions, any suggestions?" I asked. No response was given. They were either too tired to scared to give one.

I clasped my hands, "Perfect. We'll meet again tomorrow at school." I walked off, grabbing my bag and heading back home. Today was a good day. Victor should be in the United States this month. He relayed all the information he had obtained over the course of two months to me in a USB. It was some interesting stuff, mostly false alarms and occasional "Zero" sightings. There were clearer images of the other Spartans, but I couldn't make them out.

Details were that two of them were at least seven feet tall; the others were around six to six and a half feet tall which is roughly two hundred centimeters. There was at least of five or more of these beings and they're commonly found in the mountains. There had been only one instance where they were inside a city and that was just a small raid as someone pointed out.

They were all humanoid in appearance and wore strange armor. Their helmets had a golden visor and they are always seen holding a weapon of some sort. Those weapons are gray in color and look vaguely similar to modern day rifles and battle rifles. Thanks to this article, I had gotten a small job carrying boxes in a store to place on shelves. I'm planning on saving to go to the mountains. I should have my next check today so I should take a quick shower and head off to work.

I changed into a white polo-shirt and shorts. Picks and I haven't had conversation in the past few days. However, I had asked him for situation reports occasionally on my sanity and it seemed to be recovering. It's back at normal levels. I rode into the city on a peddle bike. The traffic was awful. When I finally arrived at the store, a truck was just entering. I greeted my boss in a monotone voice, "Morning sir."

"Ah, Ise! Thank goodness you're here; I really need your help with these boxes." He said relieved. He commented that I was surprisingly strong for my size once.

"Yes sir. I'll be moving the boxes as you ordered, if you need me, you know where to find me." He nodded as I walked off to the truck. He really did need help. There were an enormous amount of boxes here, cardboard boxes. Some wine cases as well but mostly boxes containing meat, fish, groceries, etc. I grabbed the first container and lifted it inside. The label read, in Japanese, that it was fresh meat. I moved it over to the freezer area. Rinse and repeat. I completed 85% before my boss called for me.

"Hey Ise, you can take a break for the rest of the day!" He shouted from outside. "You've done so much already, go live your life." I could only laugh at what he could mean by 'your life'. My life had consisted of killing, maiming and everything that a normal human being wouldn't consider normal.

"Yes sir." I replied. I left the store, my fellow employees waved goodbye at me. I returned the gesture. I guess I don't really have much to do today. Compared to life back then, today is a lot more colorful...

One year ago...

"You cannot be serious." Fredric said. I could see the smile jerking on his lips. I sighed again, "Yes, I've been retired."

"Master Chief Petty Officer John-117, savior of humanity, Spartan-II, the luckiest man alive, has been fired because he was too attached to an AI." Fred's face began cracking up as he suppressed a laugh. Even the oh-so stoic Linda smiled behind that book. I closed my suit case and turned back to my Spartan brothers.

"Yes, I've been retired. No, this isn't a joke." I said aggressively. This was getting annoying.

"Of course, our almighty leader, MCPO John-117 is so serious; a joke like this is inconceivable for his theoretical physician brain." Kelly said sarcastically. My face turned into a scowl.

"Kelly, please stop." I said in surrender. "I'm already torn by the fact that they're not giving me my MJOLNIR Mark VI as a souvenir for my service in the UNSC."

"No way, did John just crack a joke?" Fred said flabbergasted. "He did!" Kelly confirmed as the two began laughing.

"Ha-ha, laugh it up." I couldn't keep a straight face in the situation and smiled as well. "I'm going to miss you guys.

"As will we, sir." Fred playfully punched my shoulder.

"Stop it Fred, you're higher ranked than me, remember?" I tried to remind my "superior" of his rank in futility. I heard a noise emit from the metal sliding door in front of me. My ride was here. I turned to the few remaining Spartan-IIs that survived. There were six or seven, excluding me, that were present and there is certainly more out there.

"I'll miss my family." I muttered, turning around.

"And we'll miss our brother."

I took a quick bathe at home and went to do maintenance on my stockpile of weapons. I can't believe my parents haven't checked on them yet. It's surreal. I oiled the M6H that I was maintaining and grabbed an oil rag to rub it off. Either ONI wants me to get back into shape or they just thought I might need the extra guns. It's stupid of them to just drop a crate full of weapons in broad daylight. Hell, the Japanese military and police are still trying to find the crate and Warthog.

During my stay with Victor, I disassembled the warthog and placed it in a security box. It looks too out of place for anyone to drive without a care in the world and looks very...unsecure. I grabbed the next gun, a BR85HB Service Rifle, more commonly known as the Battle Rifle. I disassembled it and began cleaning the pieces separately. I reassembled the gun again. How many rifles did I go through? It should be around the twenties or thirties. I wasn't keeping track.

I checked the crate. It was empty, meaning that I maintained all the weapons. Sighing, I grabbed each rifle and placed them back in their respective crates. Covenant Weaponry, I did not know how to clean and I'd prefer not burning down the house. Also, I did have that one Z-250 Light Rifle. I think Forerunner light-based weaponry were self maintaining.

Looking out the window, I saw the sun setting. There was a knock on the door. "Ise?" It was my "mother".

"Yes Okaa-san?" I replied, getting back into my usual facade. The door opened and said character entered. She looked worried; there were dark patches under her eyes. "Is there a problem?" I asked, crunching my eyebrows together.

"Ah, yes. Could you go out and find your sister for me? She doesn't seem picking up my calls and she's been out for an awfully long time." She requested. I felt Issei, the real one, stir in his sleep. A minor reaction, he feels worried.

"Sure, where is Asuka anyways?" I asked. My "mother" shifted nervously. "She's at Studio-09. She's working part-time as a star and model."

"And you think she might have been kidnapped or something similar?" I asked, lifting an eye and turning my head to the side. She nodded, looking slightly more annoyed. "Okay, I'll be back in an hour or two."

And with that, my "mother" left. Turning around, I grabbed an M6H and attached a silencer onto it. I decided not to equip my MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor for very specific reasons. Besides, if I were in any serious trouble, I would have Picks there to help. I grabbed a few magazines for the Magnum and left the house.

It took me a while to find "Studio-09" since I wasn't familiar with the layout of the city. When I made it there I saw one car parked out in the front. My hand moved to the Magnum on my waist. The Studio looked deserted but on closer inspection, I saw movement inside. I gritted my teeth. This was bad. I didn't like the looks of this. Picks glowed. The amulet detached itself from my neck and fell onto the floor. It disintegrated into hundreds of orange particles and in its place, a mechanical behemoth towered over me.

"Awaiting orders." The Promethean Knight said in a raspy metallic voice. The huge lump on its back shuttered like an insect.

"Just get me inside." I grumbled. The Promethean grabbed my shoulder and flash-jumped through the gate. It wasn't a very pleasant experience either. It felt like the combination of instant freezing, moving in extremely high speeds, and getting sucker-punched in the gut, not a good feeling. I ordered Picks to stay out of sight but be there in case I need assistance. I grabbed the door knob and tried turning it. The door opened with ease, which surprised me.

The room was slightly illuminated and I could see a younger male kneeling down, a phone glowed in his hands. Its screen illuminated his face. I crept up behind him, not making even the slightest sound. He was kneeling in front of a hole in the ground, a hole in the ground. Steadying my breathing, I grabbed him by the shoulder and quickly pulled him around.

"Producer-san?!" I heard a girl cry out.

"W-whoa who are you?" The "Producer" asked surprised. I quickly scanned his body and found no weapons on him. He was Japanese, 5ft, 7inches. His hair was a dull brown and he had very dark eyes. HIs facial features weren't exceptional and he wore a very formal suit as if he were out to a party or something.

"Hyoudou Issei," I replied reluctantly. "I'm looking for my sister, Hyoudou Asuka."

"So, the first thing you do is climb the studio gates? You're an idiot!" That was Asuka. I sighed and knelt down to peer over the hole. She was with another girl and they looked like they had been crying.

"So, I'm guessing you don't need any help then." The hole wasn't that wide. I could easily climb back up, but it was the depth that worried me. They didn't look hurt or anything but I had to check, "Do you two have any injuries?" I called.

"I don't think so." Asuka's friend replied. I scoffed and jumped down the hole. The producer lurched to grab me but missed by a thread. I landed feet first on the pavement. The hole wasn't as deep as I thought it was.

"W-what are you doing you idiot? Now all 3 of us are stuck in here!" Asuka shouted angrily at me.

"I wouldn't have jumped down if I didn't know how to get us out, now come on, it isn't that had to get out." I retorted. I leaned against the wall and placed my feet on the wall opposite of me. Since the pit was cylindrical in shape, I had a better grip on the walls. "Grab hold, both of you." I demanded.

Asuka looked weary whereas her friend immediately grabbed hold around my neck. My face quickly twisted as I grabbed my "sister" and pulled her around my neck. "What are you doing you brute?!" Asuka immediately shouted. Even with all her screaming and hitting, I managed to crawl my way out of the hole with two passengers. The producer looked relieved as I patted the dust off my clothes.

"Thank god you're alright; I thought I had to call the police for a second there." He said with a sigh. I turned my head to look at Asuka. My left eyebrow was raised and she definitely caught my weird expression. She wore casual clothing. There was a bracelet wrapped around her wrist and a bead necklace. Her friend wore casual clothing as well. My night vision detected a ring and ear rings.

"That reminds me, how did you end up in there?" I asked. That caught the young adult's attention. He perked his head up to listen in as well.

"We might have fallen down while playing around..." Asuka's friend replied nervously. That gained a venomous glare from my sister.

"Asuka, behave." I hissed. That surprised her, nearly causing her to fall again.

"So you start acting like a brother now?" She retorted. Issei scoffed back, looks like he's awake.

"It's better late than never." I replied. Her face distorted and some "killing intent" was directed at me.

"Ha, take that you bitch!" The pervert shouted. Issei, you behave as well. I don't need to lecture two people, one being my half-biological sister and another being a person in my head. "Yes, mom."

I grimaced visibly however the dimly-lit room made it neigh impossible to see, excluding me of course. Folding my arms, I leaned against the wall, waiting for Asuka to finish her chat with her friend and producer. She glanced at me for a second and said, "You don't have to wait for me, go home first."

"No, Okaa-san wanted me to find you and make sure you get home safely. And that demands that I have to follow you to the bathroom for all I care." I replied with ease.

"Pervert."

"That's disgusting."

"We're siblings, it doesn't matter." I retorted at their comments. The producer laughed nervously. Grimacing, I shouted, "Hurry up, you two girls had plenty of time to talk in that hole! Asuka, Okaa-san is waiting for us, better not make her worry."

I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her away from the group. That caused an unpredicted reaction. She tried to slap me. She did and I nearly broke her wrist as I got her into an arm lock and was milliseconds away from losing myself to years of training. Issei, what the hell have you done to make your sister despise you so much.

"H-hey let her go. She's your sister right?" I was broken out of my string of thought and quickly let her go.

"Sorry, force of habit." I apologized but gained no response. We left in silence; Asuka barely spoke. I had no qualms with that. She can stay quiet. It's much less noisy that way. Mother seemed extremely relieved that Asuka was safe when we returned however noticed a bruise on her wrist. Asuka immediately blamed it on me and I got a scolding for several minutes. I noticed her, from the corner of my eye, retreat to her bedroom looking as grumpy as ever.

School ended like any other day. Classes went by like a breeze and I was getting more used to my Kanji as the days passed. Pretty soon, I was probably the smarted student in class, unless someone else can explain Fusion Energy in thirty minutes. Rias had called me over so that I could keep Asia in good company. I did and the nun embraced the idea. Again, the Gremory asked me to join her club but I respectfully rejected. I did ask about the progress on the Dimension Gate and she said that it'd take a while.

Just like any other day. I sat down on the sofa. Kiba was asleep. He was exhausted from this morning's exercise routine. I fiddled with Picks for a few seconds and Asia came up and offered me some tea. I accepted the offer with reluctance, now getting back into my old self. I wasn't as used to having things handed to me, nonetheless offered. I took a sip of the beverage. It helped me relax some more. Honestly, I have no reason to be here.

I stood up and left the club room and the old school building and headed straight to work, boxes again. That reminds me, I had picked up this very interesting game called "Metal Gear Solid". Talking about boxes reminds me of the game and how stupid some of the AI in the game was. This time, the truck brought beverages and primarily premade coffee from prestigious brewing companies. I took extra care not to break any and it took me a quarter as long to finish today's work load.

"Thanks Issei! I'll see you tomorrow, right?" My boss asked. I managed a smile and replied, "Sorry sir, but I'm going to use the money to go over to the mountains and stay there for a couple days. I'll be back in a week or two."

"Huh. Aren't you supposed to be at school?" He asked. His large back leaned against the wall in a very carefree manner.

"No, there's a holiday on the upcoming two weeks. Besides, this is very important for me." I said, placing the last bottle of coffee on the shelf. I patted my hands together and placed them on my hip for a work well done. It was definitely easier than cleaning MA5Ds and BR85HB SRs.

"Well then, don't get hurt." He cautioned and turned away.

"I'll take extra caution then." I murmured under my breath.

And so, the day ended, just like that. I told the student council, who informed the school that I'd be going on a holiday early. My bags were already packed. I had several crates of primarily UNSC weapons and Covenant Plasma ones. I wore my MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor on the train, which practically made every passenger on the train stare at me. I felt very uncomfortable.

My little house that I planned on being my BOA (Base of Operations) held a small kitchen for cooking, a small bed and a TV and table all in one room. That was satisfactory. I tried focusing the energy I had in my body to turn me into a Spartan. Ddraig had been giving me lessons on magical and spiritual energy ever since the day I met Azazel. He explained that the "White One" would be much stronger than anything I had ever fought before.

Those lessons allowed me to turn back into "John" at will and allow me to regulate my spiritual and magical energy in my, or Issei's in this matter, body. It let me fire small fireballs from my hand and manipulate the space around me as if I knew telekinesis. Besides that, I was more attuned to the natural world, sensing "disorders" and "energy" around me. Those disorders are misplacements and abrupt mistakes in the universe such as rips in space and time and things that aren't naturally created in the world. Energy would be magical and spiritual, something that I'm less used with.

Nevertheless, in four days, shooting grape sized fireballs is good progress. I picked up a cloak module and Promethean vision armor ability, integrating them into my armor. The cloak module will be useful in scouting silently and Promethean vision is sort of a requirement in this case. It'd help me spot targets and humans without alerting them, unless they had ultra-sensitive hearing, then they'd hear that ominous scanning noise when the almost sonar like ability hits them. I left the house. I bought it from an owner who complained about the strange robot sightings recently. My appearance in the armor definitely shocked the people around me but I told them that "it's just cos-play".

I hiked my way into the mountains. It wasn't steep and there was a path for me to follow. It was a relatively pleasant hike. The weight of the rifles didn't bother me as much and the [Boosted Gear] was out, equipped on my left arm. The red gauntlet looked out of place with the olive green and black armor that it was paired with.

The motion tracker detected nothing. I found myself having to steer off into the forest. If things got hot, I could always activate cloak and roll down the hill. Oh boy, that'd be fun. "Don't ruin my body John." Issei grumbled. I gave him a mental laugh and began patrolling the mountain. All the information accumulated by Victor was in a bag on my back. Of course they were copied, incase they got shredded in possible resistance, I always had the originals.

My motion tracker detected motion (A/N: Seriously?) to my right which was up the slope. A flying metal boot was flying at my face. Before I could even react, it gained enormous speed as a shockwave sounded behind it. I began tumbling down the mountain. I hit a tree on my way down and broke the trunk in half before I was able to catch myself. I lost considerable progress but no matter, he was right beside me. It was Zero.

I blocked a punch that grinded against my forearm armor and countered with an elbow. He quickly pulled his head back and lifted his knee to my abdomen. My shields flared temporarily and I quickly sidestepped to the left and swung my elbow at his face in an arc. The surprise attack connected but I wasn't able to chain it. Instead, he grabbed my elbow and took me down with him. As I was about to fall onto the onyx colored behemoth, he planted a leg on my chest and supported my body to fall behind him.

Zero got on top of me when I fell onto my back and started nailing me with cheap punches. I managed to grab his arm and twist his wrist. The Spartan (literally) howled in pain. I grabbed him by the helmet and brought it to mine with disorienting force. The shockwave shook the forest and Zero stumbled back. I rolled in front of him and stood up quickly, using the momentum to bring my fist up his chin. I chained it with a side-kick which caused him to stumble back even more.

Seeing an opportunity, I charged at him and jumped, kicking both my feet in mid air. I heard a grumble emit from his voice filter as he blocked the two kicks with the "fat" bit of his forearms. When my front foot landed on the ground, I thrust my fist at his visor but he pulled off another technique I didn't see coming. He dodged and grabbed my first and arm, pulling them both into the air so that my hand bends into my body instead of out of it and pushed near the joint of my arm up so that I was on my tiptoes. Pain breached my arm as Zero pushed even more, as if he was intent on breaking my arm.

He nearly did by notice that I was too heavy to lift and decided to throw me instead, pulling me around and throwing me onto the ground. He tried to finish the job by smashing the back of my head but I saw, from the corner of my eye, that the tree trunk that I previously broke smashed into him, sending him flying down. "Sonofabitch!" I heard him shout. Talk about Chekdov's gun.

He managed to regain footing again, now charging up the hill with the tree trunk in hand. My jaw nearly dropped before I grabbed my M6H and began unloading its clip into the charging berserker. He quickly used the trunk to protect himself and closed even more distance before the rounds of the M6H cleanly tore the tree in half, but that's after he was meters away from me.

Zero began swinging the halves of the tree. I jumped over the first swing and matrix-ducked under another. His other swing came from my left and I stood firm as I broke the chunk of wood into splinters. I grabbed a stray shard and jumped into the air, using the shard as a dagger. Zero dropped the tree in his right hand to block my attack but I started to jab at his right kidney. He grunted and swung the tree trunk in his left hand at me.

I vaulted over that swung and dropped the wood shard in exchange for my M6H. Zero shifted to the side and raised his right hand as I raised mine. My M6H was inches away from his head but he had a Z-110 Boltshot aimed at my head as well. We both stood at a stand off, both of us didn't move a muscle. His voice filter activated, I could hear from the ominous static that emitted from his helmet. "You didn't use any martial arts." I could hear disappointment in his voice. Mendez didn't teach us much of any martial arts besides CQC.

"Yeah, what about you?" I asked. I was actually interested in how he was able to match me with barely any strength in his attacks.

I heard a scoff. "Kempo and a bit of Karate." I saw his Boltshot disappear as he quickly ducked with surprising speed. He grabbed me by the wrist and one of the grips on my armor and threw me onto the ground. "That was Judo." He grunted. Zero smashed his foot into my helmet and pulled on my arm until I subconsciously began tapping on the ground.

"Kuh, how disappointing, I expected a better fight, even at 35%." He let go and I saw a blue rift open in front of him. My senses immediately went wild as they screamed "irregularity".

"I wasn't even taking it seriously." I claimed, getting back up.

"Of course you didn't," He twisted his body and thrust his side-kick into my abdomen. "Because if you did, this would be much more interesting. I'm looking forward to our next meeting." I saw him walk into the portal and disappear. My body ached and stung. Picks formed in front of me; damn I forgot to call out for him.

"That was pathetic, Partner." Ddraig commented.

"Really? I thought John did a great job." Issei said. I felt really bad right now. It felt like he knew my combat style but didn't really bother being careful.

"It's rare to hear Hyoudou Issei not talk about boobs or anything erotic for once." I laughed painfully. I then realized I forgot to use the [Boosted Gear]. The fight would have been a lot easier if I had used Ddraig, but it was true, I wasn't expecting a surprise attack like that so soon. The [Boosted Gear] is easy to forget about in the heat of combat. "Is there an automatic function for the [Boosted Gear]? I find myself using it way too little." I asked the Dragon.

"Yes. You didn't need to manually [Boost] every time, you know." Ddraig scoffed and I groaned at the obvious answer. My HUD indicated that it was still two hours before 5PM. I should have enough time to search for any other...people on the mountain. The Promethean suddenly looked up.

"Unknowns in the area." He stated in a monotone. I hastily got up and grabbed the M365 DMR off my back and aimed it around me. There were several red blimps all around me; two of them were approaching me. Shit, I was surrounded. Clicking my tongue, I whirled around and ran towards the closest cover, which was a tree trunk. They were coming up the slope, so I should have some advantage in case I got into a firefight. Picks disappeared in a flash and I spotted him reappear on a tree branch.

My sensitive hearing detected footsteps approaching. There were two grenades in my pouch, one incendiary and one fragmentation. I grabbed the incendiary one and cautiously watched my radar for any sudden movements. They seemed to approach with great caution, like a trained soldier. Realizing the incendiary grenade would be a terrible choice in a wooded area, I quickly swapped with a fragmentation grenade. It wouldn't do me much good, but would cause some panic. I rolled the explosive in my hand, waiting for the right moment to strike. I slowly raised my M365 DMR. I activated the explosive and tossed it behind me. The grenade exploded and sent shrapnel and dirt throughout its vicinity.

One...

I quickly jumped out of cover and aimed my M365 DMR. Barely making out their appearance from the rush of adrenaline I got, effectively putting me into Kelly's infamous Spartan Time, a play on bullet time. In less than a second, I closed the distance between the closest unknown and smashed the butt of my rifle into his face. The force of the hit should have caved his skull in.

Two...

"[Boost]!" I spun around 270 degrees and aimed my DMR in the smoke. Visuals were zero so I switched visor modes to Promethean Vision. The human shaped red taint on my screen quickly turned to my direction, but in my opinion, he/she looked like he/she was moving in slow motion. I quickly shot the leg and shoulder of the soldier and kicked some dirt into the air.

Three...

I sprinted towards the hostile and thrust my knee into his/her stomach then just as quickly smashed the butt of my rifle into the back of their head. Gun fire finally reached my ear and my shields quickly dropped. Grimacing, I realized I was under sniper fire.

Four...

I rolled towards cover and reloaded my rifle.

Five...

I rolled out of cover and aimed my DMR. Peering through my scope, I could make out a faint figure, crouching, in the mist. I fired my gun in three bursts, most of them missed due to some super-human reactions.

Six...

I quickly reacted to what looked like another soldier rushing at me. Looking down from my scope, I saw another soldier in the mist, sprinting towards me.

Seven, eight...

I fired off all the shots left in my DMR and switched to my Magnum.

Nine...

I ducked under a punch after I detected movement behind me on the radar. I aimed the Magnum in front and quickly popped out three quick bullets to the leg.

Ten...

I felt annoyed. Dropping the Magnum, I lowered my body and kicked the person rushing up from behind me. Why would they drop their weapons in favor of hand-to-hand?

Eleven...

"This bastard-!" I cut off whoever was talking with a front jab and twisted my body to deliver an elbow smash with a lot of weight behind it. Twisting my body, I pushed up on his arm and pulled his wrist while kicking his shins and threw him onto the floor.

Twelve...

"[Boost]!" The radar detected someone sprinting up from the rear. I turned around to find a very sloppy punch heading towards my way. Grunting, I halted the attack with the "meaty" part of my forearm and thrust my free fist into the attacker's stomach. Then, I maneuvered my punching arm under his/her elbow joint (A/N: I need new words to describe a human's anatomy.) and pushed it up while pulling his/her wrist down, hard. Causing the person under the influence of my Kempo to quickly fall and throw himself/herself over.

Thirteen...

"[Explosion]!" I turned to greet the third attacker who was running towards me. He held a shotgun that looked very familiar. I formed a fireball in my left hand, the one that housed Ddraig and the [Boosted Gear] and launched it at him. It was slightly larger, around the size of an apple or baseball.

Fourteen...

The attacker quickly threw his gun into the air as I shot out towards him. It would be best to end this in one punch now. I dashed in low and my fist shot out with speed comparable to Kelly's running. As the punch connected, I swore I heard or felt a shock wave blast out from behind him/her.

Fifteen...

Picks was behind me, his Z-250 Light Rifle was in hand and ready to blast any over soldier who dared engage in combat with me. Spartan Time disengaged as my adrenaline wore off.

My eyes quickly widened in realization.

The one in front of me coughed and gagged while struggling to maintain his footing. "Well," He groaned painfully and clutched his stomach. "I guess they don't call you hyper lethal for nothing."

"A Spartan...?" I managed to croak. My voice came out raspy; I barely bothered to hide my surprise.

"Spartan-III, Alpha Company, code name, Sergeant Leonidas." The newly identified Spartan announced.

Author's Note:

I had to cut this short to 7k. Shit, I felt like this could have been better in the beginning. I was watching my grammar a whole lot. Sorry on the frequency of my updates. This was "finished" on the 17/10/2013. In reality, I cut this into two parts since this was the best place to cut it off. I was about to continue when I remembered the chapter name, but fuck it, let's split it into two parts. I've kept a lot of you waiting already.

Now, my thoughts on this chapter? I've spent way too little time on the fight scenes. Sure, it was good, somewhat lengthy, but I didn't think it out that well. Therefore, slightly rushed fight scene. The beginning was also slightly rushed and hopefully wasn't as crappy as the last two. Speaking of which, I need to rewrite chapters 3 and 4 and 2-5 for IDGPE.

I want to stabilize my writing speed since I don't write that often. One month-Three months sounds like such a long and fucking annoying time. I don't know if you noticed in this chapter, but I'm trying to get back into the "Spartan" personality of John. I feel like Johnsei mode is too carefree and I'm going to lose my touch with the Spartan core.

Yeah. I don't have much to say besides this chapter could have been better, but it's not as crappy as the rest and was actually (somewhat) thought out. Don't worry; I know where I'm going with the next half.

Also, about the Harem. Yes, it's official; there will be a harem, because it isn't DxD without a harem. Issei? Maybe. I don't plan on killing him off but I need some god damn characters out of the way, it's too hard to keep track!

Thanks,
Sonicfanx1