Raevynn quickly dropped the fruit into the bag. "Drekken you need to get everyone back inside the base..." She said, knowing that the journy back to the base would probably be more hazardous.
A distress signal came in from 115's position. He was in trouble. Raevynn cursed under her breath and sprinted in his direction, moving through the forest at a lighting speed. At the same time she slung the heavy sniper rifle back around her shoulder and unholdsterd two SMG's just before leaping a full meter straight into the air and ontop of a fallen tree.
The situation was simple. She took it all in at one glance: Jackson was in the center of a mob of flood combat forms. They slowly limped towards him, sure they had defeated their oponent. But one thing they didn't take into concideration was that Jackson was never alone. A spartan never was truely alone.
Raevynn leaped off the dead tree, both guns blazing, tearing through rotten corpses and reducing them to gore. She landed in the dead center next to jackson, still firing madly. She turned 90 degrees and fired straight into the mouth of an elite combat form and kept holding both triggers. Slowly a small escape path was carved; a trail of dead bodies. Both SMG's clicked; the deadly sound of no more ammo and she grabbed Jacksons wrist and pulled him along after her. The two ran past hundereds of slowly recovering combat forms and into the thick forest ahead.
[]lol godamnit I posted late again >_<!! im so slow []