Despite his large size, Rayden managed to slip through the darkness and go completely around the pack of Covenant, until he was behind them. He could easily see them because of the flashes from their plasma guns.
Rayden took a deep breath, and cocked his flechette before dashing forward toward a group of three grunts and one elite.
With an animistic yell, Rayden jammed the butt his flechette into the back of the head of a grunt, caving its skull in. With his free left hand, Rayden slapped the Elite who had now twirled around to see him in the face with the barrel of his gun, causing the creature to stumble. With his other hand Rayden grabbed the dead grunt by it's now squishy head and hurled the corpse at the second of the two remaining grunts. The Grunt squawked in surprise as it fell backwards from the impact, letting go of the charged plasma shot it had in it's plasma rifle. The charged shot fired harmlessly into the ceiling, illuminating the entire area with a greenish glow.
Rayden yelled again and jumped forward, landing on the fallen grunts neck, breaking it. As soon as he landed he rolled to avoid several poorly aimed shots at his head, from the final grunt. Rayden took a millisecond to take in the situation. He had killed two grunts, leaving one more, and the Elite who was beginning to regain his footing. Aside from the group he was fighting, their was one more on the other side of the room that was currently trading shots with the other Spartans. If he could take out this group he could probably flank the second one.
The last grunt gave away it's position in the darkness by firing at were it thought Rayden was, which was wrong. The grunt hopped and twirled in place, searching for any sign of the Spartan. The whole time the Grunt was muttering to itself "We're screwed, we're screwed!".
Rayden used all of his Spartan training to stay completely quiet while trying to find his two remaining foes. His perseverance paid off, however, as he managed to make out the shape of the grunt, still muttering to itself. Rayden crouched down on one knee and and took aim at what he assumed was the creature's head. Rayden squeezed the trigger, firing off three quick shots. The first one hit the grunt square in the chest, the second one missed, and the third shot hit it in it's methane mask, causing the mask to explode, again illuminating the room in light, this time an orange, blue and yellow blaze. This gave Rayden enough time to see the Elite just as it slammed the bottom of it's plasma rifle down on his forehead with grunt. A sickening thwack echoed throughout the room. Rayden sank to the ground, clutching the gash on his forehead and blinking the blood out of his eyes. If he could see, the room probably would have been spinning.
Rayden aimed at were he thought the Elite was, and squeezed and held the trigger of his flechette, coughing out at least twelve shots from his MA2C just as the more professional and experienced Elite fired three shots from his Rifle. Nine of Rayden's twelve shots hit home, two impacting and destroying the Elite's gun, and the other seven peppering and taking out it's shields. The first two of the Elite's shots missed, but the third missed his head by a mere inch, instead going burning it's way into his afro and out the other side, setting the entire afro on fire.
Rayden screamed and started rolling on the ground while slapping himself with his massive hands, attempting to smother the flames. He succeeded, but the top layer of his afro was singed and burnt, and their was a "tunnel" going through the center of the hairdo. Rayden gritted his teeth in irritation. He was getting angry, and heaven knows, their is nothing more dangerous next to an angry brute, then an angry black man. Rayden painfully got up to his feet. It was time to finish this little scrap.
The Elite threw it's ruined plasma rifle to the ground in disgust. He was actually surprised that the human had managed to disarm him, much less take out his entire squad. But no matter, he would simply have to break the vile creature's bones. Their was no chance that he would be defeated by a mere human.
The Elite squinted in confusion at the site of a rather large object barreling toward him. He hadn't been informed, or even aware, that a Hunter had joined the fight. So much the better, really. The Humans were proving to be quite troublesome.
As the massive figure got closer, it began to take shape, and it was yelling. It certainty sounded like a Hunter, but the outline looked different. He couldn't be sure though, due to the darkness.
The Elite realized abruptly that the thing wasn't a Hunter at all. But he realized that fact only after the Human had rapped one large, meaty hand around his neck and squeezed. The Elite grunted in pain and tried to pry the hand off, but it was already too late...
Rayden increased the pressure on the Elite's neck and used his left hand to get a grip on it's back. Rayden yelled and lifted the Elite into the air.
"Eat this mutha-******!!!" he yelled, and delivered a thunderous choke slam into the hard ground. Rayden grabbed his almost forgotten MA2C and jammed the barrel into the dazed Elite and, still yelling, held on the trigger, exhausting his entire clip of ammo into the Elite's head. The Elite's body spasmed from the force of the bullets shredding it's skull into pulp before finally coming to a rest as the MA2C finally used up all the ammo in the clip.
Rayden shuddered from the rush of adrenaline he had just received, and sat down on one knee, catching his breath and trying to collect his thoughts. He had taken out the entire group, but he didn't have the energy to take out the second one. He wasn't nearly that skilled. Rayden stood up to his full height of 7'3 and studied the battle. The Spartans and the Covenant were still duking it out. Rayden sighed to himself and began to slink back to rejoin his fellow Spartans, but first, he picked up the mutilated corpse of the Elite and hurled it across the room, were it landed with a thud amongst the other Spartans. He grinned to himself and walked slowly to to rejoin the others.