((Yup, Tekka be dead))
"I've had enough. I don't particularly like the Elites, but I entire loathe Brutes. Plokoo, disguse our vessel as brute to all known brute vesssels, and Elite to all known Elite vessels. Lets try to keep neutral while possible." Un told the Jackal, who immediatly went and did as he was told.
They reached The Ring nearly an hour later. "We've recieved our orders... We are to fight a small contingent of.. Humans?! How did the humans get here?!" Un told the group. "No matter, but lets get moving, i'm sure they are fighting the flood as well."
(This is around the time that the Arbiter is becoming, well, the Arbiter.)
((late post.. i know.. Elites dont have tounge but Plo took it as a threat anyway. Tekka died, when trying to give the others time, and the other elites, are there to revenge and also to distract the demon))
Plo got hit by the spartan and backed of. "Rhahaw!" he shouted as he got into elite rage and attacked her wildly from all ways. "DEMON!" i have waited long for this!" he said and kicked her in the middle of her armor, she was about to fall, but did not. "ARGH! heavy bastard!" he said and started to back. She had a better armor than him, making it hard for him hand to hand.
Originally posted by diabloprimeevil
flys off to a different part of the ring "tekka come in" "there is something up i just tryed to contact highcharity and got a autamated messeg saying i have to report to tarterus and that the bruts are incharge i thought the elites were incharge i dont like were this is going"
((Tekka is dead. And, if you guys don't mind my asking, where are we and what's going on?))
The Spartan smiled. That was the great thing about the Gen. III Spartans. They looked the size of normal humans, but they were far stronger than anyone could have ever imagined. She recovered from the kick, and threw herself into the elite, tackling him to the floor and pinning him down as she reached for her combat knife.
(Ark, WTF mate? We are on a phantom thats being prepared to drop us on Delta Halo, and your talking as if your still on earth with Silent Wolf...WtF?)
The phantoms grav drop opened and the grunts fell out, followed by the jackals, Toss' De and Un, and then the 5 elites accompanying them. They fanned out in standard array, the elites encircled in the front by Grunts and Jackals, and the Hunter's watching their backs. they moved into a nearby ruin, sending in the grunts first, who met no contact. They moved on through the ruins, and met noone.
An Elite in White armor approached them as they came to a battlefield. On the far side, you could see Flood, and even farther, a Grav Trolly type Vehicle. The Hunter increased its magnification and saw the Demon. "By the gods." Un said, and the White elite spoke "We must secure the way, soon the Arbiter will be with us!" "The Arbiter?!" A grunt said, and De smacked him "Quiet Grunty! Or no food nipple!"
"AAW!" Plo fell to the ground. "Move, demon!" he shouted, as she grabbed her combat knife. She putted it straight into his chest. "AARGH!" he kicked her over his head and she landed on back. He quickly standed up, looking at his wound. "Oh, now I am mad, friend" he said looking at the demon. He kicked her at the chest, over and over again. The last kick in her chest he gave out with all his power. "Thats for the hand to hand combat" he laughed as she layed on the ground. The marines around them got mad and started to fire wildly, attacking the other elites, and the battle commenced again. The elite shields had recharged as they jumped into the battle, with their swords.
The Spartan lay on her back, unable to take in breathe. Her vision blurred inand out of focus, but she had to keep going. She heard the fight around her. The whine of a plasma rifle followed by a marine falling dead next to her. She forced herself to breath in, and was rewarded with a sharp pain in her chest. She coughed and still kept trying to breath.