Hola amigos! sorry for not updating in a while, I've been a little occupied writing my BRAND NEW Pokémon FanFic! The first chapter of it is up, just visit my profile to read it if you're interested. Sorry for the short chapter, by the way.
~Keep reading, Wolfgang!
They were deep inside of the cave now, in pitch black darkness. The only thing surrounding Six was a handful of marines, maybe four or five, and the Master Chief. Along with those assets was his increasing anxiety of being down underground. Well, they already were, but the only thing that really mattered to Six at the moment was what his eyes were telling him, and they were telling him that he was descending into a large and dark hole in the side of a canyon.
A plasma bolt zipped past the group and hit the arctic wall behind them. Several Elite popped out from fissures and holes in the walls and other archways in the cavern and began firing on the marines.
"Watch out! More Covenant! Man, these guys are like cockroaches!" Clancy shouted as he raised his gun and fired. Six had raised his gun along with John not a second before, and within a few seconds it had turned into a full-fledged firefight.
Six had taken out one of his shotguns and was firing suppressing shots towards the savage warriors. These Elites were tougher than most, dodging shotgun slugs entirely and still accurately firing upon them.
A shotgun isn't going to slow them down! Six thought to himself. He leaned behind a rock and set his back to the ice. Something was poking him in the back, so he reached behind him and pulled out what was bothering him. It was his second shotgun! He looked up at the marines. John was currently getting up close and personal with an Elite Captain, and it looked like everything was mostly under control. Mostly. Six popped up from cover and was about to fire, when…
"Shit! I'm out! I'm out of mags!" Clancy yelled. An Elite was running towards him, wrist blade drawn, maybe a few feet away. Six looked at him. He looked at his shotgun, then threw it to Clancy.
Clancy caught it and ducked out of the way of the thrusting blade, stumbling a bit. He stood back up and fired the shotgun right into the Sangheilli's toothy maw. He slid back a foot or two from the initial shotgun blast, but didn't fall over.
"Awesome! Much obliged, sir!" Clancy said with a salute. Six saluted him back and then turned to face the Covenant. They were thinning in number now, fewer coming at them. Six couldn't tell from the constant flow of bullets and plasma, but he assumed that there were less than seven of them left. John was still fighting the Captain, engaged in very close combat. A pair of Elites was running at the two combatants, one with an energy sword drawn.
"Anyone want to trade with me?!" John asked.
Six ran towards John. "Hell no, but who else is supposed to save your ass?" he said with a chuckle. John rolled backwards and Six jumped into position, his lightning reflexes blocking every punch the Sangheilli Captain was throwing. An energy sword came from nowhere, nearly piercing Six's skull before he ducked. He came back up with a cheap shot to the throat for the Captain. Six grabbed the arm of the energy sword Elite and stabbed it into the Captain's face, piercing his eyes. Six span around to the sword Elite's back, grabbed the top and bottom of its head, and snapped its neck. The second Elite approached from Six's other side, but didn't stand a chance against his superior strength, taking a large amount of controlled punches in the face before falling into a crumpled heap. The last two Elites were gunned down in the moments after Six defeated his last opponent.
"Area clear. Move up!" Six said. After a minute or so, they reached an upwards slope in the cavern, which the marines and Spartans were easily able to get up.
"Alright, headcount. One, two, three… Shit." Six said. They had lost two marines in the battle, and Six wasn't even aware. "Alright. Well I guess…" He trailed off. Wait a minute…
He looked at them. At their faces. Something was a little off.
Where was Clancy?
"Clancy? Yo, Clancy! You down there?" Six shouted down the slope.
No answer.
"I'm going back down there." Six said.
"Be quick, Six. We don't want the Covenant to get to the Control room before us." John said.
"Will do." Six replied, sliding back down the hill of ice.
He looked around in the dark. "Clancy!" he yelled. A coughing sound came from the back of the cave.
"Back here!" Clancy responded. Six ran to the back of the cave where Clancy was, kneeling down at his side.
"Thank god. C'mon, soldier. We still have business to take care of. Come on, up!" He said, attempting to get Clancy standing. He was midway through getting up, but he clutched his side and nearly fell over. Six looked at the wound. He was bleeding profusely from the same wound that he had acquired in the crash landing on Halo, a crescent moon cut that was an inch or two deep, reopened by an Elite's wrist blade.
"I don't think I'm going to make it far, sir." He said.
"Shrug it off. If you can't, I'll have to offer to carry you again." Six said. "I'm not going to let you die. Not on my watch."
"Why? I'll just inconvenience you anyways. I can't exactly… walk."
Six paused for a second, looking for the right words.
"Because good friends stick together." He said. "Like glue."
Clancy smiled. "You're right about that much, that's for damn sure." He said, attempting to stand once more. He supported himself on a nearby stone and, with the help of Six, got to his feet.
"Lean on me if you have to." Six told him. He kept sure footing whilst walking towards the slope, and was very careful on the way up. He put Clancy up first, and then climbed up himself. John saw the pair and jogged towards them.
"Glad you're alright, Clancy. Can you walk alright?" John asked.
"Yeah… I Think so." Clancy responded.
"Good, because we need to move." John said.
Six hurried to the head of the group, clapping to rouse attention. "Alright people." He said.
"Move out!"