Author's Note (what else?): There were a few details with the form that I noticed, like how she's a Spartan II and only 27. But I just let it go, so I don't want any of you other Halo nerds sniping at me. IT WASN'T MY FAULT.
If you're not nice to me, I'll tell Jun you stole Snipy. AND YOU KNOW HOW HE GETS.
Abigail pulled the trigger on her shot gun and—BAM! The bullet blasted through the Hunter's back armor, spraying its greenish blood everywhere as it fell to the ground.
"Yo, Emile! Did you see that?! It was epic!" She cried over the comms, firing at the Hunter's furious and charging partner.
"Yeah, I saw it. But it's not gonna be as badass as this!" Emile ran up the back of the Hunter, then drove his kukri up through its neck. It howled, and Emile planted a plasma grenade, removed his knife, and jumped back.
Immediately the grenade detonated and the two of them were drenched in Hunter blood and guts.
"Booyah!" Abigail shouted, pumping a fist in the air. "What next, man?" She jogged over to Emile and slugged him playfully on the shoulder.
"Kill." He said, thrusting the kukri into its sheath and pulling out his shotgun. Bam! Bam! Bam! "Come one, come all, it's headshots for free!" He said like a cheesy commercial actor.
Grinning under her helmet, Abigail killed the small Grunts with a swift kick to the head, firing at Brutes and turning them to mush (with a few extra bullets after they were dead). They were completely surrounded, no incoming friendlies, no extra fire power—the two Spartans were in Heaven. All the Covvies they wanted, just for them.
Caught up in kniving a grunt in the head, Emile didn't notice the Elite towering over him, ready to slash down with a steaming energy sword. Without hesitating, Abigail grounded a Grunt, ran over to the Elite as only Spartans can run, and fired her sniper rifle at point-blank into the da**ed thing's eye.
"Watch yourself." She informed Emile, before performing a spinning kick that would have stunned a ballerina into a Brute's chest, forcing it to the ground and then practically beheading it with her combat knife.
"Emile and Abigail come in." Their radios buzzed.
Slouching and pouting under his helmet, Emile replied. "Yeah, what?"
"Clear an LZ. We're bringing you home." Carter replaced the pilot. "Try not to get killed doing it, either."
"Consider it done, sir." They said together, shooting down Covvies faster than a boy can kick a tin can. "I bet I can take out more of 'em than you in one go!" Abigail betted.
"Yeah, right! You can't 'cos your just a girl!" Emile japed back.
"Wanna bet?" She laughed, firing on more Covvies. This—this was bliss.
So I know this was really short but screw you too. No wait—that's not what I meant. Nah, it's pretty much what I meant. This guy's not even following the story so what's the point in writing this?
Oh, and there are some new rules: (1) Don't send me OCs through Pm, please. It's a pain to keep track. All you guys that have already sent me OCs that was I'll write for, but anyone after today is gonna need to submit a review.
(2) FILL OUT THE WHOLOE FORM! Seriously! I'm not gonna write for a half-done OC!
