Thu Jan 03, 2019 12:26 am
Tyrlatius POV
“You...” Tyrlatius stared at the red armored Demon. He laughed. “Now I can kill him,” holding Mikhail higher, “And get avenge half my pack. And then I can kill you, and finally end this long hunt.”
“And avenge the last two?” Responded Z19. Tyrlatius eyes widened. He howled in rage and hurled the dark armored Spartan at the other. They collided and fell backwards. The Brute was about to attack, when he heard a voice on his com.
Vudum’s POV
Snipers kept firing at the Spartans. “Box them into a corner!” The Ultra called. The leader screeched the order back to her comrades. They kept shooting till the Spartans were back to back. “Pull out now Tyrlatius!” Vudum shouted. “No! I’ll finish them off!” He responded angrily. “I have a plan and if you wish to live through it you will pull out NOW!” The Ultra barked. A disgruntled huff sounded over the com and Tyrlatius dove behind cover. “Now! Fire!” The banshees and phantoms all fires at once bombarding the Spartans position. After a minute, they halted their fire. Thermal scanners cases the area, but there weren’t any heat sigs other than Tyrlatius. The phantom that was carrying Vudum activated its gravity lift and pulled the Jiralhanae aboard. “A successful battle!” Vudum remarked to Tyrlatius. “My whole pack is dead.” He responded bitterly, “How can that be called a success?”
Something twinged inside The Ultra’s stomach. Did he feel pity for the Jiralhanae? Yes, he knew what it was like to lose a whole squad. But he just viewed their race as animals. He must have misjudged them. He left the large form of Tyrlatius with more respect for his kind.
Little did they know something was stirring back at the mine.
Z19’s POV
Z19 pulled his half buried self from the dirt. He looked around until he saw a hand sticking up out of the ground. He grabbed it with both hands and (with some effort) pulled the Spartan-II from the dirt. “Up you go!” He said. Mikhail coughed and blinked dirt out of his eyes. “Woah” he remarked. “So that’s what a heavy plasma barrage feels like.”
“Yup” Z19 said. “Do you know what I’m going to do now?”
I wrote all of this yesterday (minus Tyrlatius’ and Z19’s bits.) So it’s long.