Axel could tell from the way Spike's feet hit the ground it was a hostile movement. He was prepared far before the first blows had even landed. A life time of training, a sense of hearing far beyond that of any other Spartan, and over two years in some of the bloodiest combat against the Covenant made sure of that.
Trying to keep proper conduct, Axel did his best to avoid or take in most of the blows without performing any offense action in the form of retaliation, blocking, or immobilization. However, the young Spartan, a concrete shell of secrets and emotion, could only be pushed so far. The death of his entire company, the after effects, and his loss of faith were the furnace. Spike, unfortunatley for the young man, was the spark. Axel was the fire.
Axel winced, bringing a hand up to feel what was left of his bottom lip. He looked at his palm, which was quickly filling with blood. His blood. The same blood he'd given to defend billions of lives. Here it was, pooling on the floor because some retarded punk, to stupid to even begin to understand the responsiblity he was given had decided to make the biggest mistake of his life.
Spike had all the enhancements of a Spartan. Strength far out of porportion for his size and weight. The force of the blows had split Axel's skin open in a few places, among several other easily repairable injuries...
He focused on the pool of blood on the ground. Being feed by the methodic dripping of the red liquid. He'd seen that before. In battle, of course, where it was a mix of self restraint and incapability brought on by injury that had led him, at that previous time, unwilling to do anything aside form stare at his own misfortune. The one difference between then and there was the only thing stopping him now was his own free will.
His hands balled into fists slowly. He blinked a few times, turning around to face the direction in which Spike had gone. Not at all understanding his actions. Assault one minute, conversation the next. This was the Spartans? Rae's Spartans? The future? He had to work with these...things? This is what everyone had to rely upon?
The eyes of all three Spartans, aside from the Spartan IIIs under Spartan 116's command were on Spike. Two still to shocked to take a course of action. The remaining Spartan had a clear idea of what he was going to do. Silently, he began to move forward.
The first blow, a kick aimed and executed to maximize it's physical potential, shattered three of Spike's lower ribs from behind as if the bones were a soft tissue. The sickening crack rang out across all the neighbouring rooms. A life time of skill, and constantly tested and proded anger had just decided to give the world a taste of what it was capable of. As Spike went down from the injury, Axel pressed forward, throwing all his weight and strength into his arms for optimal power, and hurled his target forward into a corner of Spartan 117's MJOLNIR battle armor, replacing the dark green with a wet shade of red. Spike may have the enhancements, but he didn't have the time. Spartans were strong. Dangerously strong.
By now Spartan 117 had about had enough. Being used as a weapon himself was as about as far as he'd let things go. Lieutenant Julius however didn't move, which hinted at John there was a bit more than he knew to the situaton.
Fists this time. Using a similar manuver he'd done to destroy an Elite's mandibles Axel sundered Spike's left jaw into pieces, the metal floor finished the job on contact, which Axel had also assisted in. Using his leg to pin Spike to the floor, he'd kept a hold of his arm, with which he quickly proceeded to break his wrist, snap his elbow by bending it in the wrong direction, and dislocate his shoulder. The point here was to cause pain and helplessness... Not kill the Spartan. No, he'd be combat capable in a couple weeks once Axel was done.
Nearly twenty seconds later, after a few more bones in Spike's other arm, his left leg, a long flight from one end of the room to the other, and several more rips were broken Julius and Spartan 117 had decided to intervene. Axel was repeatedly slamming was was left of the other Spartan's face into the wall, and the blood spray was getting larger. Axel stopped, and eyed the other two. As they advanced on him, stopped his assault. "You didn't think I was going to kill him did you? I just beat him bad enough to teach him something. Besides he'll know how it feels like to be stuck in a class cage with green goo on the inside." Axel proceeded to drag an unconcious Spike out of the room by his right leg, leaving a thin trail of blooding along the ground which seeped through his cloths. He'd made sure to damage his lower spine to paralyse his legs. He'd recover in time. Spartan 117, and Lieutenant Julius followed him out, keeping a close eye on him. He'd most likely lose his rank and command later.