Let's carry on shall we

Nam-Ek was on his back under him, his fists didn't stop moving for a single moment. The dust and dirt from the ground under him covered the land around them both in a strong and dense fog that he doubted anyone apart from him could see through. If he wasn't using his eyes to see as clearly as possible, he couldn't have been able to see Ek under him but he was using them and he now had the larger man exactly where he wanted him.

Using this power that he possessed that larger man didn't, seemed to be the best call going forward. Using his heat vision, using his smaller stature but skills he learned with the Spartans and most of all this new power of flight he seemed to have. He was too quick and despite the sheer difference in their size and bulk, he seemed to be just as strong if only slightly stronger but it didn't seem to mean much at this point.

Alt continued to punch this man in the head, chest, neck, and whatever he could see. The rage that he was only just recently controlled started to show itself again. But it wasn't enough to take over completely, which is something that Alt was grateful for. When Nam made a left swing from the ground in an attempt to push him off, Alt had the state of mind to float into the air just above him, dodging the attack but before Nam could get back up Alt slammed himself back into the ground on top of his enemy and the man was pushed even further into the ground. More dust is being kicked up because it covering the surrounding area in an even thicker layer of dust.

Seeing this. Seeing that he was winning. Alt's emotions started to take over and his eyes started to glow red as the rage was starting to win out over his thinking. He crouched lower on the man, practically sitting on his chest as he delivered punch after punch to the man's head which was rocked side to side. Normally Alt wouldn't like the sadistic pleasure he was feeling.

Alt quickly used his left hand to hold the man's face still and he quickly delivered a powerful right jab centre to the man's face right where his nose was. He didn't care how tough Nam was, give it enough force and anyone's head would be wrecked by that "AAAAAHHHHH!" Alt screamed in rage as he made one final punch to the man's face.

Despite the sounds of the fighting happening all around him, the weapons fire, the rushing feet, the screaming from both sides. Alt's ears zeroed in on the wheezing that would have been Nam's attempt at breathing, but he was clearly having trouble. Alt took deep breaths as he looked down at his beaten opponent, as the dented and cracked mask that covered his head started to peel away.

His face looked completely different, it was bruised, cracked, bloody. His nose was bent inwards towards his skull, his chin was busted over towards the lips, and one of his eyes was swollen shut. For a single moment, he thought of this person as a… person and not a complete monster. For only a moment at least, then he remembered everything that this man had done and ordered.

He wouldn't allow pity to get in the way of what he was going to do. He punched him again. The force of the blow created a small shockwave that pushed the dust away from them. Then he punched him again and again and again.

Blood splashed up from the face and splashed across the ground and even onto his face. His red eyes glowed brighter and brighter as he took his vengeance for everything that he had lost. He could feel the bones crack and break under his knuckles. It was so close now, so close to ending all of this.

Knowing that. He decided to end it right here and right now. The man under him was beaten, near death and completely defenceless. But he couldn't let him live, humanity didn't have the means to hold him, no means of control, containment or execution. If he let him live then he would just go on a rampage and kill them all first chance he got. He couldn't be allowed to live.

With that acceptance, Alt reached down and placed both his hands on either side of the man's neck. With very little trouble he started to lift the larger man up into the air, even when their heads were level, Nam-Ek's legs still bent as they touched the ground "…. ugh" the larger man groaned as he looked at Alt through his barely open eyes "Well…... fought" the man said before Alt started to tense his arms.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Alt screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes shining a bright light that could be seen through the dust from everyone all around him. With a swing of both his arms, Nam-Ek's neck was pulled in a way it was never supposed to.

The snap was so strong that the shockwave that came from it was strong enough to knock the dust field around them away. Showing everyone on the battlefield what just happened. Alt didn't look at them, instead, he started to float higher into the air, taking the now-dead body with him, holding him by the neck.

He turned in the air and faced the oncoming Covenant horde, all of whom were looking at him with expressions he wasn't able to tell completely what they were. He raised the dead body higher and exposed it to all who watched "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" he screamed.

2 Minutes earlier

John was marching forward into the fog cloud with his weapon raised. He would rather be running and sprinting along with all the others that were moving past him but he could only go so quickly wearing armour that didn't work anymore. Thankfully it didn't seem like his speed was needed at the minute, due to all the dust and dirt in the air. He could move forward without needing cover, the air itself was the cover.

All around him, he could see dozens of different people running forward behind him. Each one of them screamed at the top of their lungs, firing blindly into the air towards where they knew the enemy was. Suppose it wasn't due to the memory that the Covenant were simply on the other side to them. Then it was because of the quick but bright flashes of colour that John could notice coming from where the enemy were. As they moved forward, the enemy was telling them where they were.

The Spartan raised his rifle and fired into the thick fog, he was aiming for just the right spot where the enemy weapon fire was coming from. The screaming from the marines and local militia kept running past him, he was a juggernaut that they moved with. Not that he could blame them of course, he was a good two extra feet over anyone else and wearing thick armour that seemed to be doing a good job deflecting the plasma rounds so far.

He could feel shockwaves in the air happening to the left of him, along with the screaming of someone John knew. He didn't know what Alt was doing and he wanted to help but he also knew that the soldiers around him needed him more. Without him and the other Spartans there to help draw fire then it would be a massacre. So with a heavy but focused heart, he continued to move forward.

He didn't know how far into the fog he was but he saw easily enough where the first enemy was. An Elite was running forward towards them, with its weapon raised. John met him as soon as he could and fired his assault rifle, his aim at the alien's head. The first few rounds bounced off the metal around its head but the fourth bullet hit something which caused the alien to stop its sprint and howl in pain before dropping to its knees as it clutched its head. It never had the chance to raise its head again before he fired.

It went down quickly enough but the Spartans' eyes were already looking for the next target. A grouping of Grunts and Jackals with three brutes moving in behind them. John fired as soon as he saw them and he was able to kill a Grunt before he was noticed and fired back on. The rounds of plasma bounced off his armour but the impacts were felt and he found himself unable to move forward as he was struck by them, if this were a normal battle then he knew that this would be as good as over.

But this was the furthest thing from normal "HUMANITY STANDS!" a voice called out beside him and he watched in complete fascination as a grouping of marines and militia both sprinted past him, their own weapons firing as they charged towards the enemy. Never in his years as he seen soldiers act so recklessly, he could already tell that they would be gunned down by enemy fire 'Did they not care?' he thought to himself.

He and all the other Spartans have been taught physiological warfare in their training and Halsey did do a lesson on hysterics but it was always described as someone they could always deal with when it came to some extra tactical thinking. Just don't lose your own head when you see your enemy disregard all logical thinking and charge at you, you just shoot them and deal with the rest.

John was expecting all of them to just die but in a moment of clarity he forgot something important, the enemy wasn't human. He has seen with his own eyes many times the members of the Covenant do the same thing "HUMANITY STANDS!" a voice echoed even louder from all around him, he couldn't see where it was coming from due to the dust cloud but he assumed that when everyone heard that one person say humanity stands, everyone else immediately echoed the words.

John fired his weapon aimed specifically at the Jackals, knowing that they would be least likely to charge back at the humans. Speaking off, as the dozens of human soldiers ran forward. The Brutes saw them easily enough and roared at the challenge before charging forward themselves. Two of them, John thought for a moment that they would run at him but instead, they turned and ran towards the others.

John again thought that it would be over quickly when he saw one of the Brutes kick one of the humans in the chest with enough force that would have crushed a ribcage but instead of being deterred the rest of them started to swarm the large body like insects. They started to crawl over their bodies with knives and what little bullets they had left. He wanted to help them but couldn't risk hitting the humans who looked like they were winning the fight.

Instead, he started to march forward, killing all he could see to help those he could. He didn't know why but seeing his fellow soldiers work like that both unnerved and invigorated, he marched forward into the fray ready to fight what needed to be fought. As his rifle clicked empty he dropped it to the ground before grabbing his pistol and firing. Knowing that the Grunts and Jackals would go down with a simple headshot, he aimed as true as he always did.

He watched as both the Brutes fell with at least four men on top of each of them, stabbing and punching. He was ready to march forward on and find another target, though before he could. There was a force that almost knocked him over but was also able to get rid of the dust cloud in its entirety.

He knew that he shouldn't turn away from those in front of him but that could have been caused by anything and he needed to be sure that it wasn't another threat. So John quickly swivelled in place with his weapon raised, though as soon as he saw what caused it, he couldn't stop his weapon from lowering slightly.

Alt was there.

He was hovering nearly a mile off the ground, most of his clothes were completely wrecked, and only his pants and boots remained on him. Though even they looked like they would full off any minute. Not that it mattered of course, not when everyone on the battlefield starred slack-jawed at what he was holding. Dangling limply from Alt's hand was the heavily armoured body of the Godfall target.

He was dead, but Alt was able to kill him. With bright red eyes and a look of anger John didn't think he would ever see on Alt's face, he raised the body higher. As if presenting it to everyone "AAAAAAHHHHHH!" he screamed with a force so loud a small shockwave came from his mouth. John remained in place as he looked at the body, no one else did however.

There was a yell behind him further, back towards the capital building. He turned around even more and looked as swarms of humans came around from both sides of the building. He could see many of his different Spartan brothers and sisters marching with them "HUMANITY STANDS!" the sound of hundreds of voices echoed and John didn't even realize it.

He said it with them.

He turned back forward and started to march as fast as he was able, aiming his pistol and firing at whatever enemy he could see. They needed to end this now.

Jorge stayed still by the wall as he and the others with him waited for the right moment to strike, he was waiting on the call of the Red team who would have a better idea of when they should move. From what he could tell the last of the enemy force was about to pass them leaving their backs completely turned and ready to be shredded by heavy weapons.

He knew that the small groups wouldn't be able to do much but he couldn't just let those at the front be overwhelmed, they needed to do something to help them out. And something was definitely happening up there that was more than a simple battle, the ground shaking, the shockwaves and now this large dust cloud that was slowly starting to spread to them. Which in itself was a huge problem, if it got much bigger then they wouldn't be able to see each other's lights and Morse code would now be useless.

Thankfully that didn't seem to be the case as he looked at Jerome he got the go-ahead single, and he relayed back to the Red team leader 'on my go' before he pushed himself further away from the wall and looked at those with him "Let's do this" he said quietly but at the same time loud enough to be heard by the others.

He marched forward towards the street with the others keeping a tight formation behind him. He stepped out without much thought of cover, not really necessary considering his size and bulk but the others had an issue which is why they all took a knee near some damaged or outright blown-up cars. When he stood in the middle of the road with the backs of his enemies towards him, he didn't waste a moment before he levelled his weapon and started to fire.

His heavy machine gun hummed ever so slightly for a single moment as he pulled the trigger, and then it was allowed to sing as the rounds started to fire from its barrel. The elites that walked at the back of the army didn't last a single moment before the armour it wore took the impact of the first bullet. It didn't hold up against the second, and its body was torn to shreds as the rest bullets hit it.

As the army's back flank started to turn towards them with their weapons raised, no doubt ready to fire before they even saw a target but they were only met with a full squad ready behind cover with a Spartan leading them on the ground with an entire team of Spartans on a floor above ground level with their own weapons ready. The first….. or last couple of lines of the enemy force were being gunned down before they could figure out what was going on.

By the time the bulk of the enemy combatants at the back realized what was happening, Jorge and the rest were already entrenched and ready for the return of fire. Despite the surprise attack that took out a good number of them, their numbers were still far too great for them to push forward with what little they had. All they could do was hold their line and try and take as much focus as possible away from the defensive lines at the capital building.

Jorge grits his teeth as the plasma lines bounce off his armour, and while the layers of metal and other material kept his body safe from damage that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. Despite his best efforts and the damage he was doing, it was only a matter of time before he would need to move.

That was when the choice was taken from him, all he saw was the flash before he could react. His body fell down of its own accord before he could stop it, his mind too focused on the burning pain he was feeling on his face. His mind was a whirlwind of feelings and pain.

Despite how quickly he must have recovered compared to how a normal unenhanced human would have done it, he stared into the sky as his sight returned to him. As soon as it did, two things became clear: the first was that he was on his back and the second was that half of his visor was missing with jagged cracks over his left eye. He was quick to realise what happened, he must have taken a round to the face and been knocked down as a result.

Thankfully with all his training and enhancements as soon as his eyes were opened he quickly remembered where he was standing when he went down and where he needed to be in order to stand back up. As quickly as he could he rolled onto his stomach and moved to one of the cars that the others were using for cover, despite his size he was able to move quickly enough. The others while still firing moved slightly to allow room for him "Sir! You need a weapon!" someone shouted at him as the Spartan started to crouch behind the cover.

Jorge was quick to move his hand to his waist and grab his pistol quickly standing up, both to fire and take in the situation. He was able to get a good view of the approaching enemy who despite being taken by surprise was quick to recollect themselves and both fire and push forward.

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The truly loud sounds of an engine above them caused everyone head to look up and see the enemy Corvette fly directly over and Jorge couldn't say for certain but it looked like it was powering weapons for ground fire. For this one single moment, Jorge accepted that this may be death for them and this them here, humanity as well. But before they could be fired upon, the entire ship shook in the air as it was fired upon, not from the front due to the two frigates they had left but instead from the back.

Jorge was quick to crouch behind the cover again, not willing to risk being shot again. A good thing to as when he moved he could feel the rounds of plasma bounce off his arms as he went down, when he had the cover he allowed himself a moment to see what just happened. For the first time in what seemed like a couple of hours, a smile came onto his face as he saw the sky open up over the mountains and their reinforcements finally arrive.

As he looked at the ships his eyes couldn't help but look at the writing placed in the side of the lead ship.

'UNSC EVEREST'

Admiral Cole looked with narrowed eyes out of the front window of his command ship, his jacket had long since been discarded onto the floor leaving him in a vest, though that didn't change the demeanour he gave off or the aura of command that others seemed to lock onto "Admiral we have complete radio silence on the ground" a voice called from behind him "earlier speculations on the slipspace rupture have been confirmed" he was told though he could have guessed that him.

They detected the rupture have they made their descent to the planet and it wasn't hard to believe the reason they lost all contact was because of that. Thankfully they were far out of range of any type of repercussion of the rupture and remained as in good shape as they could have been, despite the large battle they had with the enemy fleet. Cole was quick to turn around and make his way to the command table "This is Admiral Cole to all ships, highlight priority targets and move to engage. All ground forces, get ready for rapid deployment. Our guys on the ground need support" he hung up his side of the radio and turned his attention back to what was in front of him.

"Target locked admiral" Picture called to him. Cole turned his head and looked at the image of a frozen woman standing still on the table.

"Fire at will" he ordered, enjoying the sound of the ground shaking as the MAC was launched.

Ok all, we shall call it there. I would say only one or two more chapters to go until I call it quits on this story. Let me know what you think in the reviews down below, and I'll see you in the next chapter.

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