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Halo Trib vid

Yes... it is a little obvious what my latest fandom has become. But I can't help I discovered the epic that is Halo.
LOOL. I literally started on this video RIGHT after watching the anime collection of mini movies; Halo Legends. Then went and got some clips from the games themselves, it really didn't take that long, eight hours in total I believe.

Scene from the Halo Role Play.

I ended up really liking this scene Snyder played in during the Halo Role play "Fat Kid." It takes place during a three-Spartan-rebel-squad against a troop the UNSC sent out to hunt them down. Snyder kicked total ass... and I was so proud. LOL.

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Snyder dodged the flying debris, swinging along the side and using UNSC soldiers as her leverage. Pushing off them, into the ground, her boot heel crushed their bones. The bullets penetrating the air with force and speed, Snyder breathed in the way the air felt with them. The cries, the feel of power coursing through every part of her, she gasped, breathed in and acted upon an instinct both bred and heightened within her.

Snyder opened fire several more times, emptying the belt of grenades, she swung it onto her shoulder and brought out her assault rifle. The spray of fire was directed painstakingly well, and each struck a vital nerve in her enemy. She drowned out their cries, she refused to see their faces for who they were. People, humans… her cousins by blood and species. Snyder melted away from the humanity that she thought she might still have, the hangnail of mercy that would sometimes drip out like a fragile mirrored tear. She became a killing machine, she fell into the drumming string of war. Unmerciful war.

Her assault rifle went dry, Snyder swung around, her feet splaying over the ground, crushing bodies under it briefly as she pistol slapped a man against the side of the face so hard she heard his neck crack. Blood spit from his mouth, but he was not breathing any longer as he crumbled. Snyder exchanged weapons as he fell, spinning to fire at another UNSC soldier.

But he fell to the ground in a crumbled heap before she could fire. Snyder blinked as her motion was interrupted and looked to the side. James stood there, like some kind of bastard who thought he could pull one better on anyone else. She could just tell he was grinning, the way he held the smoking pistols in his hands said so. Snyder narrowed her eyes, James touched the barrel of one of the guns to his forehead in a mocking salute.

When James shot back into the heat of the battle, Snyder watched a moment longer. Anna was quietly ticking away at the soldiers who tried to leave the designated area. Her shots continued to come from several different areas, she was moving quick in a circle. Snyder felt worry for a moment, knowing the sniper was more vurnable with her concentration going into keeping the arena boxed in, with no one keeping her back. Perry side stepped again, his feet a graceful sweep of motion, almost too graceful for such a heavy warrior. The rifle never left from in front of him, no one could touch him from the way he moved and dodged.

Snyder glanced up, another battle ship was threatening dangerously close. She grinned slightly, then turned and started running away from it. Her left leg burned slightly, warning her not to over do it. It still hurt sometimes, especially with continuous stress and little or no rest like she had gotten. Snyder remembered doing a week long training hike with High Ground once, she remembered she hardly had the strength to walk afterwards. But this time was different… she was different, she wouldn’t bow to pain. She fought like she was inhuman, Snyder would not feel pain like human either if that was so what it came to.

Snapping the rifle to her back, Snyder pumped her arms at her sides and ran faster. The aerial unit caught sight and began firing its machine gun towards her. Snyder gasped, grinning wildly as she felt the bullets pierce the ground at her heels, she felt the dirt kick up from both her own injections, and the projectiles of the gun.
The aircraft was catching up, it started aiming higher. Snyder felt a couple bullets hit her back. She gasped, and her legs moved to stumble, before she recaught herself and pulsed even faster. Snyder felt herself shake, she felt the time around her slow, her senses working so fast she seemed to move outside of time itself. The slowness gave her time to think, it gave her time to look around, but she hadn’t need to… instinct was something stronger then anything else.

The air craft was close enough.

Snyder closed her eyes for a moment, she pushed her right foot out in front of her, she felt the strain hammer up her whole body with the sudden stop, the rack made her spine ache. But it was the pain that told her that she was ready to leap it. Pushing off that leg, Snyder spun, her left foot dug into the ground she pushed off it into a double jump towards the air craft. It was still high up in the air, Snyder jumped as high as she thought she could.

Moving so fast that she could have jumped off the air itself, Snyder felt time move around her in a smooth and thick sort of wrap, it was like moving through silk. Her eyes didn’t close, she didn’t have time to… it was her mind moving so quick that it made time seem so slow, she was being fueled by everything she had. The bullets continued to fire, the stream of yellow was hot from friction, she felt another bullet smack against her suit, trying to break past to bite into her.

THUNK

Snyder grabbed onto the hood of the air craft, and as time warped back into its quick drumming vibe. Snyder moved her open palm to her leg, fingers open, wide, willing, they grasped onto a plasma grenade. She worked it, listening to it begin to whistle, she smacked it against the hood. Her opposite hand splayed against the windshield, Snyder looked up briefly, she could see the pure terror in the faces of the soldiers inside. She knew those faces would come back to her, their image would burn, the way their eyes widened as if a demon itself had been presented in front of them. Snyder almost scoffed in consideration of that terminology.

The grenade was ticking.

Snyder grabbed her breath, she caught it and held it with everything left. She pushed herself from the air craft. The air whooshed around her, Snyder let herself fall backwards, she let the feel of falling scare her, she hated falling.

She watched though, she had to see what she had done. Like a farmer watching the crops of their work flourish, she watched as all at once the air craft exploded in a brilliant plasma display. Red fire licked up as purple sizzled through it, Snyder marveled at it before flipping through the air like a cat moments before impact.

The landing was hard, but she wouldn’t let that show. Her left leg was trembling, oh God did it burn. Snyder took that with pride, bent over, she drew herself upwards, rolling her shoulders she reached behind and brought her assault rifle back around.

“And that is how you do it, boys.” Snyder called loudly, reloading the weapon.

Snyder's back story. Prt 1

So for a Halo Rp I'm doing with a friend, I made this Spartan, Snyder.... I have grown very attached to said character, so decided it was time she got a back story to explain some of her er.... mental issues. LOL.

I'm none-too good at writing military yet... still working on it, so any n00b mistakes, pleeaassee forgive, LOL.
This is only part one, it wasn't supposed to get so long, but Perry and Snyder just kept shooting things... and the pages grew =/ -sigh-

All well. It was a lot of fun to write xD

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“It’ll be a piece of cake.”
Said the Spartan, glancing out the pelicans open hull. The squad was small, but then so was the job they were being sent out to do. It was a clean-up really; the battle that was to blame for all this rubble littering the ground had taken place a couple days ago. This Spartan group was to track down the remaining Covenant left in the aftermath of this battle, and take them out of the picture.

“Or easy as pie…” The Spartan pretended to think for a moment on this subject. “I dunno, which do you like more Snyder, cake or pie?”

The woman looked up at her comrade. The automatic assault rifle in her hands was tensed from her fingers grip. From behind the visor of her helmet; she blinked and then smiled. “Let’s go with both.”

Perry shook his head. “Indecisive. I think we had a lesson on that once.”

Another Spartan, balkier than the others though not much for height, let out an aggravated sigh over the COMlink. “Perry, one of these days, I’m expecting you to talk these Brutes to death.” The assigned leader of this mission, Sergeant Neil, said.

Perry, who had hardly shut up since this morning, laughed. “I just wanted to know if Auttie preferred pie or cake as victory food. We’re going to need to know what to eat in celebration.”

Snyder scowled lightly at the nick name. She didn’t often use her first name, Autumn, much less an annoying short form of it. But Perry used it often anyways, he was the only one who could get away with it, and seemed to revel in that fact.

The fourth squad member; tall and lean Brooker, gave a chuckle. “I cast for pie.” He said.

Perry beamed for a moment at the encouragement. “Alright.” He announced. “All in favor for pie, say I.”

“I.” Brooker offered, before both turned to Neil. The Sergeant sighed and took the easy way out, deciding it would just be easier to please these two rather than try to fight them.

“I.”

Perry turned his attention back to Snyder, she noted soon and looked back up at him suspiciously. “What?” She asked, her voicing holding aggravation, but the banter was something Perry always did before a mission, it helped him concentrate somehow, even if it did get in the way of everyone elses ability to hear themselves think.

“Yay or nay, Auttie.”

But Snyder sniffed, grinning as she went back to prepping her issued weapon. “I don’t like pie.” She bantered back, and giving Perry a whole new range to ramble about. She knew that Neil was sending her annoyed looks for not just letting Perry get off the subject of ‘pie’ but Snyder pretended not to notice.

She watched the ground as the pelican flew to its landing zone. She saw some movement below, but soon recognized them as UNSC soldiers. Sparks of flames licked up at the red sky, fumes where clouding the air which explained the occasional small explosion she heard.

Snyder wondered as she stared out, one leg dangling over the open door. Why were they even bothering? This whole place was a bomb set to go off, the sparks made that obvious. Why bother hunting down these left-over Brutes, if this planet was beyond salvageable?

“They were able to get the fighting under control on this side, the other end isn’t as badly damaged.” Neil said, as if reading Snyder’s thoughts. She blinked, glancing over her shoulder towards him, then back out over the landscape. “They want to eliminate all Covenant forces before trying to let colonies return.”

“Understood.” Snyder said blatantly. But she couldn’t help but wonder, as she stared out over the desolate barren land of fire and smoke, how salvageable would this part of the world ever be? She stiffened slightly, before sighing and loading her riffle one last time.

She listened over the pelican’s intercom as they approached their drop off. It was too risky for the pelican to land and hold for the Spartan’s, it’d orbit as they made their first round, and be back to pick them up at 0000 hours, they had twelve hours to make the round. It would take more time to sweep this area, but the squad would continue to return in this fashion, the less risk of losing a Spartan, the better.

The pelican began to descend in a level fashion. Snyder pushed herself to her feet, feeling the light weight of the gun in her hands. She was hoping there would be some kind of turret out there for her to salvage, she would be able to do more damage with it.

“Alright,” Perry cheered, rallying his small group. “We beat this shit out of these guys, the pie is on me.”

“Apple or cherry?” Brooker asked.

Perry turned to Brooker, shaking his head in disbelief. “Pumpkin, asshole.”

“Move out!” Neil broke in.

Snyder felt the pulsating air of the pelican bounce off the ground and swirl back up, well… she couldn’t feel it past the shield of her MJORLN armor, but she could feel the friction itself . Dust swirled, it was hot. The ventilation systems of her suit worked to keep air flowing through her helmet, Snyder cringed slightly at the humidity. But as always, she was the first to jump.

The woman landed lightly, black ash rose and puffed around her feet as she did so, her bent knee’s straightened and Snyder stood alert. Standing at 6’2, she was short and her frame naturally small. But she was by far one of the most brutal fighters on the group. Snyder had something to her that her trainers had seen, it was the thing that gave small dogs the ability to tear shit out of Dobermans, it was the thing that set her apart.

Though no one commented on Snyder’s spirit, she was vicious in using that power. She made herself out to be bigger than she was, and often times it worked. Her Brute-style of fighting was loud and extravagant, and many times it had been a useful intimidation tactic. Snyder fought both ends of her enemy, the innate ability to tear shreds into her target, and do so in such an explosive way that it made other targets second guess their own way of fighting.

And that split-moment of hesitation would be all she ever needed.

Snyder went to work; she began surveying the area, her gun following her eyesight. Her radar was clear, and she looked through hidden areas among the broken buildings.

“Clear.” She said over the COMlink.

Quickly the red team followed, she heard them all thump to the ground behind her. Neil bolted ahead at her shoulder, and the others followed. Snyder took her usual spot to the far left, her gun following every movement she made, finger poised with carefully trained ability to hold or fire.

She heard Perry take the back, his battle riffle in his hands, he was usually the cover. The boy could pull a trigger faster than anyone could blink, and his accuracy was usually dead on. It was why he preferred the battle riffle, it was more convenient then a sniper, and had better targeting then the other guns. He liked to show off his quick skills by shooting things in mid-air, Perry had accurate timing skills to go along with his trigger-happy finger.

Brooker, the 7’3 foot giant carried a Spartan laser on his back, and a shot gun in his hands. He had an array of other artillery; including three SMG’s buckled around him, and was certainly intimidating just by the sheer look. His armor was scuffed in several places though not of any serious damage to the armor itself, he didn’t like having it cleaned. The marks he wore proudly, showing his marks of war. It showed he wasn’t afraid to get shot at, and that it wasn’t very effective at stopping him either.

Neil had a sleek look to him. Two .44 magnums strapped at either hip, he carried an issued assault rifle, the same standard that Snyder herself used. Several grenades were wrapped around Neil’s belt, straps of ammunition around his torso. He moved with the grace of every Spartan, but there was a power to his step, he almost lunged with fluid and alluring ease. Snyder often found she watched Neil, studying how he moved and sometimes mimicking it. But he made it look easier than it was, lifting off every movement he made; Neil was a master at channeling his body’s motion.

Glancing over her shoulder, Snyder got thumbs up from Perry, then grinned and went back to work. Her belt was loaded with several hijacked plasma bombs and home-based grenades. Snyder had, as stated before, an explosive personality when it came to battle. The first machine gun, turret, or plasma canon she saw, everyone knew she’d be all over it. She had a magnum buckled at her side, battle riffle slung on her back.

“I’m picking up something, it’s staying to the east, but following.” Perry reported.

Neil held up a hand, the Spartan’s fell around him, checking the area, and then turning to the squad leader. “Alright, Perry, Snyder, you guys follow that trail. Brooker and me are going to clear a base.”

Brooker smiled at this.

But Neil continued. “If you guys run into a large squad, then fall back. It’s not worth the risk, report back to our coordinates at 0200 hours.”

“Rodger.” They said in affirmative voices. Perry peeled to the side, and Snyder tore after him. She kept her aim high, scanning the areas hidden from her radar. They still had an open COMlink, so where plenty able to keep in contact with the Sergeant and Brooker.

Perry pushed his back to a flipped warthog, Snyder went to an opposite one, looking up at the broken buildings, their crumbled towers shadowing like crooked trees.

“How big was this target?” Snyder asked.

“A small group, I don’t think it was more than twenty.” Perry replied, glancing down the street to his own side, then back to Snyder. “Easy as pumpkin pie, remember?” With that, Perry bolted from the cover and back into the shattered street. Snyder grumbled in annoyance, he hardly ever used code if he didn’t have to, he just expected everyone to follow. Or not.

Snyder had known him for years though, so was used to this, she read his body language and trailed after. Slightly bent, Snyder kicked around crates, but she saw no signs of the Brutes. The fumes in the air made her cautious, and Snyder tensed every time she saw or heard a spark of broke wires. Small explosions filled her ears, she cringed mentally at them.

Somewhere in the distance, she heard a building topple. Though Snyder could not afford to pause, she let herself spend attention to watch. The black tower, crippled by battle, the windows where small gleams of light that shown through. The tower moaned, like rusty hinges on a haunted door. Briefly it screamed then fell in a regress to the ground.

Black dust, ashes of bloody fires bombarded into the air, like a cloud of wavering death the soot roared into the air and blackened the sky. Snyder snorted at it, and then glanced to Perry. He stood a little ways ahead, watching the plume; he looked to Snyder, and the two exchanged glances past the visors.

“Just twenty?” Snyder teased.

But Perry scoffed, and darted back ahead. “It’s just an old building, I doubt Brutes are going around wasting amo on things already destroyed.”

“If it’s any larger than forty, get out of there, you two.” Neil’s voice said over the link. “That’s an order.”

“Yes sir.” Snyder replied.

Snyder and Perry continued down the tattered road. The asphalt broken into chunks and sand like crumbles, it crunched under their boots. The sky overhead was still red, and Snyder didn’t like the smell of alien guns in the air. It was the smell of the plasma, a sticky sweet smell that made her edge her nerves into caution.

She took lead several times, but Snyder had never liked being the leader, so often fell in behind Perry. Twice their radars went off, and they caught glimpses of the red dots, but every time they turned for the enemy; it turned that nothing was there and that they had left.

This made Snyder even more worried. Keeping it to herself, she strolled past another black stricken building, crinkling her nose at how creepy it looked against the ashen clouds. It was hard trying to realize what this must have looked like before devastation. Indeed, Snyder found it almost impossible.

Over the com, Neil had later told them that Brooks and himself had met up with some UNSC soldiers, and where in the process of securing Spartan base2. Perry had asked for some more time, Neil gave them forty minutes.

“We should head back.” Snyder muttered, siding alongside Perry as they poked at an old warehouse.

Perry turned, staring at Snyder for a moment, before going back to poking at the crates with his gun, and walking alongside half combusted metal frames. “Never knew you to be the type to go back early, Auttie.” He teased.

Snyder was surveying the top row, catwalks and walkways. She narrowed her eyes, noting the turrets placed there. “Was this a base?” She asked, ignoring his inquire.

Perry shrugged. “Maybe, I don’t know. Why?”

“There are machine guns up there.”

“The UNSC alpha base is ten miles from here,” Perry looked up and shrugged at the turrets. “Maybe this was a side-base during the actual battle.”

Snyder looked to the stairs that would lead up to the second story, narrowing her eyes slightly, she kept after Perry. “My radar isn’t picking anything up in here.”

“Mine either,” Perry agreed, standing up a little straighter. “Let’s head back to the street. Those bastards got to be around here somewhere.”

Snyder was about to reply, when she saw the red flash on her radar. “Drop!!” Snyder shouted suddenly, spinning around she unclipped the grenade and tossed it. Perry had thrown himself to the floor, rolling to the side, his weapon aimed and covered Snyder as she tossed the bomb.

The Brute was taken by surprise as the grenade landed at his feet. Snyder didn’t watch as he tried to move away, she heard the satisfying explosion, and the cry of an alien in pain. She spun towards the stairs she had been eyeing and ran up them with all quickness.

“Auttie, I got your six.” Perry called; she could hear him fall in behind her, his boots clanking over the metal grated stairs.

Snyder reached the top, she snapped to one side and eyed the area, her eyes working with super-human speed before shooting back to the left, and heading down that walkway. The dim metal walls to her right sparked with broken wires, the guard rail to her left was broken in many places, it wouldn’t catch her if she fell. She heard gunshots, she felt Perry’s bullets graze past her shoulder. Only then did Snyder notice the Brute ahead of her as he groaned and toppled to the floor.

She didn’t stop to thank Perry, he knew she was grateful, instead she hopped over the body, before covering towards the catwalk that led to the opposite side. She heard Perry fire off several more rounds, but from the lack of cries, he missed.

“They have cloakers.” Perry said calmly over the link.

“I noticed.” Snyder remarked. She saw a blur of motion against the backdrop, and grinned in the slightest. She clipped her riffle back at her side and used evasive maneuvers, before reaching the turret.

Gunshots fired behind her, Snyder spun around, hands grasping the turret handles, the cold metal of the machine gun touching her. She saw Perry’s bullets graze past a cloaked target not ten feet from her. He continued firing, but it wasn’t doing much damage.

“Au-“

“I see ‘em!” She snapped loudly, pulling the trigger and letting the bullets fire in steady direction. Snyder hit the mark, and soon the bullets where flooding into the Brute’s semi-visible body. The turret shook at her hands, she felt the vibration run up her arm, but she was steady, a small grin splayed over her face.

The Brute didn’t stand a chance once Snyder discovered the turret. He danced in midair, his cloaking device failing as he toppled to the floor, sparks rising from the machines she had split into cracked pieces. The turret continued its loud humming noise, rhythmic in a sense that helped Snyder concentrate.

Finally she released the trigger, letting the gun dip towards the floor as it rested, Snyder looked over to Perry, and he gave her another thumbs up.

“Report.” Neil’s voice barked.

“We got two down, Sir.” Snyder answered, looking around. “They might have been trying to set up a base, but- ARG.” Snyder cried out as an explosion threw her off her feet. She felt the cold metal grate catch her fall with everything but forgiveness. The heavy Spartan made a dent in the grate, as if a meteor had crashed through.

Perry was on the Brute within milliseconds, he fired rapidly, the riffle taking quick and careful aim as it pierced the cloaked Brute in the shoulder, and then moving for where he knew their helmets did not cover. He had memorized their armor designs from what information was known, so even with the Brute invisible, he was able to tell where to shoot just by finding its shoulder.

Snarling, Snyder rolled onto her back and pulled out her assault rifle, firing with her finger pressed to the trigger. “Hang on, Sarg, I’ll have to get back to you on that.”

The Brute tumbled to the ground, and her radar started going off. Snyder looked to the rails to ahead to the right, she saw the Brutes filing in from an upper hall. Some were taking positions behind the wall. Grunts flooded out in greater numbers, but they were easy pickings for Perry.

Snyder threw herself to her feet, and begin taking aim. “They don’t look so tough.” She commented.

Perry was already firing. “Easy as-“

“If you say pie…”

“Pumpkin pie, Auttie.” Perry corrected, shooting away several aliens that had been taking aim. “GO!” He shouted.

Snyder didn’t second guess, she dashed forward. Perry would cover her, in fact she could tell he was doing that already. Enemies up ahead where falling, and firing towards him. But both Spartans where too fast. Snyder spun around and kicked a Brute in the chest and sent him flying. The Brute tumbled into the guard rail and broke it with a screech of the rusted metal.

The female Spartan was met by a shot in the chest, but it bounced off her armor, her shields took care of it, and Snyder returned the favor. She lifted the butt end of her gun and pistol slapped the Brute in the face, before spinning the gun in her hands and firing an entire round into his own chest.

He roared in pain and frustration, before bowing to the ground and finally falling. Snyder rolled alongside him, feeling the pressure of the Brute on her back before he fell, she used him as a shield during that time and continued her effective measure of beating down her enemies.

They tried circling her, but every time one got behind, Snyder either jammed the barrel of her riffle into its stomach or under their chin and fired, or Perry got it. Snyder glanced up at the windows to the highest room, the Brutes where coming from there. They had continued trailing from that hall up ahead, and Snyder knew she had to get up there.

These grates where getting weak, but Snyder had super-human abilities on her side. With a smirking snarl, she began to retreat.

“What are you-“

“Just trust me Perry.” She snapped. And he did. When it came to battle, Snyder didn’t argue, she acted.

He let out an aggravated sigh however, and took cover behind a crate and continued to pick off the Brutes that tried to pass an invisible boundary line. She heard the bullets impact, she heard the roars of anger, but Snyder was working too fast to look back to see if Perry needed help.

She passed him, turning back to the cat-walk, she grabbed the machine gun turret rifle, and yanked it from its stand. It snapped off, she felt a small strain in her shoulders, but it was really nothing. The move had been easy. Snyder hoisted the turret to her side and began making small sprints back towards where Perry hid behind the crate.

The Spartan was watching her as she jousted past, but didn’t ask. Snyder wouldn’t have answered anyways. Instead she stopped curtly before the Brutes, Perry continued to cover her, shooting hands that held weapons. His firing was impressive, and quick to boot.

Snyder took her turn. With another hoist, she pulled the turret out more and pulled the trigger. The chains started running, she felt the pleasant vibration of 750 bullets firing per minute. The power was rapid, impressive, and she loved the way it made her arms strain. But Snyder was not shooting at the Brutes, she was shooting alongside the floor grating. It creaked and moaned, the metal being shred away as Snyder soon started firing at the seams of the bridge.

The Brutes where confused, the bridge started to lean, Snyder had cut it across, and now it was falling apart.
They started back for their own base in the top, but by the time they found out what she was doing, it was too late. With the weight, and the broken seams of the bridge, the metal moaned and fell down towards the open boxes and smashed bits of metal. The brutes let out surprised grunts and squeaks, some fired up, others managed to make it into the hall that cut to the left. The cream colored walls sprayed with blood now that Snyder looked more closely over there.

Snyder dodged several plasma shots made at her, before unclipping several grenades and throwing them down at the Brutes before they could move from the closed in pile. She turned and moved away, looking as the explosions lit up the entire warehouse in brilliant colors, orange and yellow, mixed into the air.

Snyder narrowed her eyes, watching other explosive properties in the room begin to implode, loud BOOMS echoed through the entire warehouse, windows busted out, crates lifted and where shook by the sheer force. She felt the heat of It, the fumes caught fire, things continued to spontaneously combust.

“Shit, Snyder!” Perry cried, ducking further behind the crate, dodging flying debris that flew around the room as more explosions fired and rounded the entire building, sending off more explosions from outside.

“C’mon, we need to use this!” Snyder shouted, dashing forward and digging her boots into grating before jumping. She heard the bridge break under her leap, but Perry followed after anyways. They both made the leap to what was left of the bridge on the other side before the hall.

Snyder looked up, it was a small flight of stairs, before another turn cut off her view.

Perry narrowed his eyes. “We’re going to be stuck in here.” He snapped.

But Snyder shook her head, she was grinning. “They can’t do too much to get back up here, even if any are still alive back there. And we’re two, there’s probably thirty up there.” Snyder nodded towards the hall. “Sparta, Perry.” She chimed happily, pulling the turret rifle outwards again.

Perry thought for a minute, before putting a new clip into his battle rifle, a grin rising over his face. The original Spartan’s, trapping their enemy in a narrow fighting area, making numbers count for little in initial battle front. It was a story hard-wired into ever Spartan’s mind for obvious reasons.

Snyder looked over in time to see something float in midair, it seemed slow to her, but she knew that was just her Spartan senses taking things in. Her eyes went wide for a moment. But as any soldier would be expected to do, acted.

Gripping the item from her belt, Snyder threw it outwards in front of her and Perry, the energy shield activated just in time for the plasma bomb to hook onto the front. She saw the green light in the middle of it blink once, but she didn’t move. Instead Snyder dipped her chin down to her chest, and let the turret drop from her hands. It clanked on the floor, it rolled along, all within the two seconds the bomb had blinked.

When it exploded and shattered the shield, both Perry and Snyder where ready. She dashed forward first, unhooking several grenades and one fire bomb she threw them over the corner. Shots rang after her, but Snyder retreated as the bombs exploded.

“How many are left?” Neil said over the COM. “We have Spartan base2 established, Snyder, Perry, you two need to be heading back.”

They exchanged looks.

“My guess is fifteen or twenty up in this hall.” Perry responded. “We got em cornered, they don’t have a chance.”

“Keep it that way.” Neil grumbled. “Finish that lot then and hurry back, no chances you guys.”

‘A little late for that’, Snyder thought as she glanced to the broken bridge, and the fires that licked the warehouse.

“Rodger that.” She said anyways, before nodding towards Perry and signaling him to keep her back. Perry showed he noticed her and held his battle rifle back in hand. Snyder didn’t need to pause, she didn’t need a deep breath, she pressed her back to the wall, staring at the corner, then pounced.

Spinning over the wall, she opened rapid fire with her automatic rifle, the bullets spraying ahead at the brutes, but Snyder found this wasn’t going to work. They had a bubble shield up. Cursing, she sprinted back behind the wall as bullets flew back towards her.

“Damn they got a shield.” She muttered, looking to Perry. “I’m going to rush it. I got a grenade left.”

“I got two, we’ll rush it together.”

“On my mark.” Snyder said, watching her radar, and then briefing a glance over the wall again. She waited until the Brute’s became more impatient. “MARK!” Snyder shot, rolling along the wall and with one hand unbuckled a grenade and tossed it headlong. It exploded, Brute and dust went flying against the walls and between, Perry soon countered with his own two grenades.

The distraction got the two Spartans past the barricade, they entered the bubble shield and soon over took it. Beating down their enemies, and shooting away vital parts of any who didn’t go down after the first one or two beatings. Holding the position, Snyder and Perry waited until they could see further beyond before leaving the safety of the circular shield.

Ahead, the room opened up into a large square from what she could tell, but bodies where littering the area, and not all were Brute. Snyder narrowed her eyes at the uniformed soldiers, long past dead, but she already knew that captors were rarely taken.

Perry switched out guns, bringing out his own assault rifle and turning the safety off while Snyder pulled out her magnum, clicking her rifle to her belt. The amo was gone in that one. They didn’t have time for hesitation, weapons and attitudes ready, the explosions sounding off in the background reminded them that haste would be needed.

Already some walls where moaning, threatening to collapse around them, it made Snyder nervous only for a moment, before she signaled Perry out again.

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~To be continued~