*116 here, go into this air vent...and fllow the markers...this will lead you to the underground armoory were some new upgradeable armor is there for you...its called the "hammer" a hevy duty suite with two double sided rocket launchers on both side's of the shoulders...*
*but becarefull...those hunters seem very upset with me jamming there raydar and all com systems...*
"grrr... what will the reinforcements do when they find all of the flood? atleast we're safe here" he saw an incoming message from the ship next to him, little did he know he would be far from safe, 'we have the flood aboard the ship with us and they are ta-' the message turned to plasma fire and SMG fire and screams of pain and death, "grrrr ALL SHIPS AND VEHICLES READY FOR COMBAT FLLOD IS ABOARD," he announced into the entire ship's system so the 6 hunters and the prophet aboard could also hear
"this is not good the prophet will be killed if we cant do something," The elite hopped out of the banshee to what may have been the worst sight ever in his life everyone was out and a war was going on, convenant vs. the flood, the flood was better in every area of combat, they could take more shots, hit harder, move faster, jump higher, and obtain troops from fallen foes, "don't let them reach the prophet!!!!" his energy sword flared to life as he charged into the fight he wasn't planning on failing
"Heavy duty..." She repeated. "Not really my style, Hero. But aren't you forgetting something?" She said, taking a step towards the prophet that hovered in front of her. The spartan unsheathed a combat knife from her waist and tossed it into the air, catching it by the handle as the enemy watched it nervously.
"We can't just leave our little friend here. My mission was to eliminate this prophet."
The battle was fierce over time fallen foes were transformed before his very eyes, a flood combatant form flew into the air and prepared to pounce upon him, he waited til the flood was in range and lunged his sword through the flood's middle section causing complete destruction of hte body and the infection form inside, "Troops fall back to the turrets!" he saw that they were not doing to well the hunters was having trouble with the infection forms and the rest were just having trouble living.
(spawn are you covenant or spartan?)
he drop the sword as the energy flickered and flared out, he looked up face to face with a flood he recognized the face on the flood, "zutramee?" The flood combatant knocked him back with the long whip, The elite looked up to see the Flood opponent preparing to pounce upon in from mid air, he quickly picked up two needlers and unloaded the entire Needles into it's body, the flood's shield cut off from the needles impact as it fell back the exploded when all the needles blew, "curse you flood"
Originally posted by SpadeKing[Covenant]
(spawn are you covenant or spartan?)he drop the sword as the energy flickered and flared out, he looked up face to face with a flood he recognized the face on the flood, "zutramee?" The flood combatant knocked him back with the long whip, The elite looked up to see the Flood opponent preparing to pounce upon in from mid air, he quickly picked up two needlers and unloaded the entire Needles into it's body, the flood's shield cut off from the needles impact as it fell back the exploded when all the needles blew, "curse you flood"
(YAY!!!!! IM NOT ALONE.............on earth.......Im still alone in the ship>.<😉
twelve of the 26 hunters fell from continous onslaught by the infection forms, "Protect the Hunters!" the grunts immediatly began shooting the infection forms off of the hunters while hiding behind them and their rod cannons, "Elites get out of the area and go protect the prophets" he knew elites were the only ones the flood wanted, turning he saw 5 combatants coming, in quick reaction he threw and stuck a plasma grenade onto the middle flailing flood, the plasma grenade blew completly riding of the five flood attackers, "the reinforcements should be preparing to land....I NEED ONE OF OUR SPIES TO TAKE A BANSHEE AND WARN THE REINFORCMENTS," one Elite one just happened to be running by the Banshee was able to jump in the banshee avoiding a barage of purple needles, and left to warn the reinforcements
[Well, my squad is working against the Prophets.]
*Darrek awaited the arrival of all of his teams. A gust was picking up, throwing sand in every direction. As numerous Covenant appeared in smaller groups, they stared in awe at the sight before them. Darrek looked up and saw the two ships had indeed engaged in warfare.*
116 clenched her fist as she stared eye to eye with the prophet. The very same prophet that had started this whole mess. He was the very reason her entire spartan squad had been wiped clean from the galaxy, and the very reason she had been so alienated from the rest of her fellow humans.
"I've come too far to let him escape from this." She stepped closer to the prophet and balanced the tip of the blade on her finger tip. "I don't want to take any chances with this." The spartan stood for a moment, then at an untrackable speed threw the knife into the prophets chest.
"Atleast now we will know he is in pain from this moment on until the second you detonate those explosives."
Raevynn turned her back to the bleeding prophet and headed for the ventilation.
"DIDN'T I SAY RETREAT!?" the covenant attempted to stand their ground against the flood, he heard a loud bellowing cry from a hunter inside the room with the prophet, a lone hunter?, he knew hunters always were in packs if there was a lone hunter then the others must have died, and this hunter sounded as if he was in pain "the prophet!"