- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
John took one look at the group of Covenant. There were brutes and jackals all together walking cluelessly around the grand hallway. They were all going to die by one man. John took a calming breath and ran at the nearest Brute. His plan was simple, kill the thirty hostiles before they had a chance to respond. He quickly went from standing to running 55 kph. Now, for any who know the smallest thing about physics, not a lot of things can withstand something weighing somewhere around 1.5 tons going 55 kph at them. And a Brute and a group of Covenant were no exception. John was mere inches away from the foul smelling and brown furred Brute when he shifted his weight to his shoulder and takled it. He heard a crack and the Brutes spine and other Bones cracked from the impact.
Upon death the Brute dropped its Brute shot which went off and hit the face of a stunned Jackal. The Jackal would have to never worry again. John kept going at the next Brute except this time with his loss of momentum he only managed to daze the Brute. He quickly grabbed its Brute Shot and sliced its throat with the Brute SHots super sharp end. Brutes weren't to smart but by now they were starting to react to the thing that was killing their bretheren, one aimed his brute-shot and fired at it only to see its shields take the brunt of the hit and have him slide a bit back. He turned to face the Brute which wasn't too good for its morale. Even though the Brute couldn't see the Master Cheif's blood-crazed eyes he was still scared enough to falter as he fired the four brue-grenades at it.
John couldn't reload his gun but he could still use it as a weapon, the next brute was ready for him and started to Charge him. The monsterous strength of a brute would easily overwhelm him if it managed to speed up and actually hit him. John kept running at it perfectly aware of the fact that others were already firing at him, many missing and hitting thier own while other hitting him. His shields were nearly drained but he ignored it. He kept running. WHen he was mere feet away from the Brute he quickly moved to the Side like a mostrador with a Bull. THe Brute ran past, but while it was running by it was stabbed by a Brute Shot gun's butt and the wound was deep, and fatal for it was in his neck. Blood Blossomed but the Brute was already dead before it came crashing to the ground.
John ran up to a Brute taking a hit directly in the stomach making him cough out blood, lucky it wasn't enough to cover his whole visor. He quickly slid between the Brute's legs which made the Brute confused as it was hit by ten shots of grenade and Plasma rifle Fire. John was delighted to see the amount of casulties that were going around the squad from the speed of his attack. His smile quickly dissapated when a grenade landed next to his face. A normal man would not have the speed to get away in time, nor the reflexes but John was already ten feet away by the time it reached its second second of its short life.
Behind John there was an explosion of brilliant white and then blood frlying behind him along with a disgusting stench. John realized that he wouldn't last long without a shield so he quickly ran up to a Jackal and caved-in its head with his fist making its life exstinguish. He grabbed its de-activated shield and activated it while grabbing its plasma grenade. He decided not to take its plasma pistol, he was already to long in one spot, a shot hit his new shield. He felt the heat of the shot dissapate over his body. He ran forward with the blue colored shield in front of him for protection from in-coming shots and charged the last remaing brute standing by three jackal's.
By now John was breathing hard and his vision was blury from lack of oxygen, smell, and he couldn't really see well through his visor because of his blood covering it. He activated the plasma grenade when he was mere feet from the group firing at him, he ran up to the Brute who was roaring its battle-cry, he stuff the grenade down its throat as it grabbed him in a "hug" . Using the nearly impossible-to grip surface of the Jackal shield he slid out jumping back ten feet. THe explosiong went off inside the brute and took out the rest of the jackals as well. Their "dormant" grenades activated and there was a chaing reaction in their area. Blue and purple blood flew out and a singed Jackal hand landed next to John. He knew he had very little time to recover weapons and rest before the next wave of troops came. But this time in the hundreds.