Trapped- Closed :D

Spartan 182 ducked as the whine of a plasma rifle pushed past her. Another shot immediately followed, and her shimmered as it took part of the hit and dropped down a quarter. Cursing, Spartan 182 whipped back around and aimed her sniper rifle at the neck of the Jackal, knowing that the heavy throw of the bullet would take down it's front shield with one shot. It's neck was pieced with the second, and it dropped making guttural noises. Lily continued across the battlefield.

Covenant swarmed the place, making the landscape resemble a stepped-on anthill. Lillian snarled as she looked around, wondering how the war had come to this. Four Marines pushed past her, shooting at an Elite over their shoulder. The Elite tossed a grenade and eliminated all of them, leaving nothing left but a crimson shower of innards and blood. Biting back what little of a meal she had left, Lily moved on.

Lily was a fresh Spartan, having only been on two other battlezones before this. The others were a cakewalk compared to the gory mess that surrounded her here. She had made friends during training that she had considered family- now she watched them blast others to pieces or be blasted to pieces. Never had Lillian thought that she would see something has fantastic and horrific as this scene. But Mendez had trained her to steel her heart and callous her mind. Doing just that, Lillian crouched and finished off a suffering UNSC soldier.

Ahead, Spartan 182 spotted a fairly large Elite sidestepping the combat. It was a suspicious act, considering Elites were as bloodthirsty and battle-ready as the Spartans were. Curiosity took Lillian over, as it always seemed to do, and she followed it as it escaped jogged out toward a meek treeline.

Static buzzed over her COM channel, but Lily disregarded it. The electricity of this planet's atmosphere drove their communications unit out of whack, making short bursts of nonsense leak through. What Spartan 182 did know, was that it was the retrieval call for all Spartan and UNSC soldiers to leave the planet. Lillian pursued the Elite.

OOC: I'm the elite right?

Zuka ran at a break-neck pace. His troops had contacted him on his com channel and requested assistance against a group of the humans' demons. He sprinted past a lance of jackals and a squad of grunts fighting off four humans. Deciding to help them, he raised his needle rifle and shot each human in the head. The jackals and grunts thanked him and continued on their way, wading into the throng of thrashing bodies and the screams of the fallen. Zuka turned and realized a human had been following him. It wasn't just any human it was a demon. Snarling, he raised his needle rifle and fired a quartet of shots at its head.

OOC: I'll be the one who seems to apparate

Droa stared at the battlefield. He watched the female Spartan do her work. The troops were not under his command. But he felt some remorse. He had always admired the Spartan's for their ability to fight. Droa had managed to kill two of them over his lifetime, not to mention the undead one in the medical ship. He never had much chance to analyze them. They fought as if they were born with a rifle in their hands. He knew where they were from. He wanted to assault the Planet head on. But Command would not let him attack it. Yet. Suddenly he saw a blurred image. With the heat and sand, it disrupted his vision. He climbed into a Shadow and used the Imaging to find it. It was Zuka! Droa recognized the Armor, Stance, and markings. What was he doing? Assaulting a Spartan! Alone! He would not let a friend be slaughtered. Droa ordered his troops to secure the perimeter of the complex. The Jiralhanae failed in doing that. Of course they did, he thought. He hated them more than he hated humans. They were such mindless creatures. They would kill each other if it meant gaining the Prophets favor.

Droa boarded his old Ghost and dashed through the Minefield. They tried to detonate by his vehicle, but he was too fast. He raced by Zuka and bailed out. "What in the hell are you doing, Zuka! You want that Spartan to wipe himself with your hide?" Zuka shot an angry stare at him, then had a puzzled look. Droa turned around. It was a pack of Jiralhanae. They rode in through the sand. He heard them bark through his radio. "The Spartan is our kill. You will die along with him, Sangheili!" Droa understood what was happening. The pack wanted all the glory of the Spartans head. And they hated Sangheili. It was only him and Zuka. Two Elites against a merciless pack of Jiralhanae and a Spartan. Not great odds. Droa normally would have reconsidered if it was a command battle. But he knew both his own skills and Zuka's skills. The Jiralhanae had made their final mistake. Droa yelled "Zuka, ignore the Spartan! Lets kill the Brutes!" With that Droa drew his Carbine and got to work. A minor brute got out of his transport, known to humans as Prowlers. Droa fired 3 shots. The first two took his helmet off. The final one put a clean hole in his head. Suddenly he heard a roar. A Chieftain charged him. He had a Gravity Hammer. Droa knew he couldn't take him head on. He tossed 2 plasma grenades at his feet and retreated to Zuka's position. Droa drew his regular Plasma Rifle and fired on the Chieftain. He let out a long roar as his flesh peeled and melted. He finally fell to the ground, twitched three times, and died.

Suddenly the Spartan poked her head out of cover. Droa fired on her and made her duck. She needed to stay down until the Jiralhanae were dead. Once Droa and Zuka did this, the Spartan had better run. Otherwise her Armor would be Droa's newest trophy.

Following Droa's lead, Zuka raised his needle rifle and peppered a brute's head with a trio of needles. Before its body hit the ground, Zuka dropped to one knee and fired at a brute clad in the golden armor of a captain. Rolling behind one of their primitive choppers, the brute raised his brute shot and blindfired over the top of the chopper. Ignoring the badly placed shots, Zuka hurled a plasma grenade into the blades of the vehicle. A second later, he was rewarded with an explosion that destroyed the transport and killed the brute behind it. Rolling flat as a volley of spikes screamed past his head, Zuka fired another volley of needles from his rifle, catching one of the now deceased chieftain's bodyguards right in the face. The sudden flurry of crystalline shards caught the brute by surprise and it went down without a cry. Zuka turned to Droa and said, "We have to find some cover."

"Yes, but we have a choice. The only cover is either in Brute or Spartan hands. Listen..... I'm going to distract the brutes and the Spartan, you run to my Ghost and make a run for my troops. Tell them the brutes are jamming our transmissions. You must tell them to move in. I have enough troops to clear the brutes and to flush the Spartan out. You are the higher rank. It is my duty to protect you. Now. GO!" With that Droa sprinted to the Brute position.

Droa had developed a powerful sprint over time, and could sprint the 150m in 5 seconds, a speed that would have left humans or any other species far behind. Part of this came from training, another part came from natural Sangheili physiology. Sangheili knees bent forward, which made sprinting easier and faster. He found the cover of a overturned Scorpion and found a weapon that could help. A human rocket launcher. Primitive, utilizing combustion for power, but the warhead had the same effect of a Fuel Rod Gun, a weapon he wish he had now. He checked the ammo. One in the tube, two spares in a case. Three shots. He had enough.

The remaining pack headed for the Scorpion. He waited for them to get close together. A stupid mistake. Droa sprang from cover. He fired one shot a a overconfident Captain. His body disintegrated in the blast, and Shrapnel killed three others. The rest opened fire on Droa. He could hear the warning sound indicating that his shields were low. But Droa fired another shot at them which took out another four brutes. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain hit him. Droa fell back into cover. He felt extreme pain, but didn't wince. He checked his leg, which had three neat, but bloody holes in his thigh. It wasn't Covenant weapons. He realized it was the Spartan. She was the only human left in the battlefield. Droa would have his revenge. But first he reached into his field pack on his chest. He pulled out a container with a gelatin substance. It was a concoction one of his Huragok named "Above All" had mixed together. It sealed holes in his body and armor. And it worked wonders.

Once Droa was sure the blood loss stopped, he looked over the Scorpion. The remaining three brutes retreated. Droa was ready to kill the demon once and for all. He fired the final rocket at a column over her and watched it drop on her position. She dodged it, but Droa only wanted to distract her. He let out a loud roar and charged her, firing his repeater as he went.

OOC: Where's Spartan182?

Heeding Droa's words, Zuka ran for the ghost. He climbed into the driver's seat and gunned the controls. He was about half way to Droa's troops and decided to look over his shoulder to see how Droa was faring. What he saw was alarming. Three brutes were closing in on Droa as he battle the demon. Any second they would open fire with their brute shots. Thinking quickly, he turned around and sent the ghost hurtling back at full speed. He had to angle the vehicle just right so as to hit each brute. Hearing the ghosts engines, the brutes turned around and Zuka saw their jaws drop. A few seconds later, the thump of three brutes hitting his hood reverberated through his ears. Smiling with satisfaction, Zuka maneuvered the vehicle into a flanking position behind the Spartan.

OOC: Sorry, semester tests can be a bitch.


Spartan 182 ran for cover behind an overturned Warthog with the tires blown out. The two covenant elites took on the other brutes well, their teamwork impeccable. Noting that they had their hands full enough, Lillian turned to the body of the Warthog. The tires had been melted by a plasma rifle and a hole was blown through the engine from a plasma grenade. She tisked, assessing the scenario quickly. Two marine bodies lay within, bloody but somewhat hole. Lily reached in and relieved them of their weapons and ammunition, glad to have the extra unused grenades of theirs. Thankfully, one was caring a sniper rifle like hers, so she stocked the armor-piercing bullets and policed their sidearm pistols.

Turning back to the action, Lillian decided it was time she showed the Elites that she was just as dangerous as the Brutes. She fired one shot at an elite, which skimmed through him. Not a vital shot, but one well placed enough to get him to pay attention.

And he did. The Elite shot a rocket in Spartan 182's direction. It caught Lily off guard, but her MJLONIR armor was keen enough that she dodged out of the way with that ghostlike precision. Then he charged. Summoning up her strength- it had been an extremely long day at the Sand Trap- Lillian charged the Elite as well, She put her sniper rifle aside and ran at full speed toward him. Lillian had always wanted to take on an Elite in hand-to-hand combat.

But Lily heard the purr of a Ghost approaching her and whipped around to face one. She stopped dead in her tracks, looking from the charging Elite to the one on the Ghost. She was cornered by them.
"Well played battle, soldiers." She greeted with hopes of postponing her sure to come death.

Zuka dismounted his ghost and took aim at the demon. His needle rifle was a lot more accurate than the ghosts cannons so there wouldn't be any risk of hitting Droa. "Halt!" Zuka said to Droa. "I want this one alive." With that, he approached the human and tried to whack it in the back of the head.

Lily winced as the butt of the needler slammed into the back of her helmet and bounced off her energy shields. They blinked down a quarter of the way, paused, then started to recharge. Lily backed against the overturned warthog, one hand on her sidearm and the other in the air, holding up a hopefully international signal for 'stop.'
"Can you understand the Human language?" She asked through her external speakers slowly and clearly as possible.

OOC: It's a needle rifle from Halo Reach not the needler.

The demon's strange voice rang out from the screams of battle. A moment later, his translator hissed,"Do you understand the human language?" Zuka scoffed. The human was trying to talk. "No but my translator can translate your words. Now surrender or die."

OOC: mind if I join?

Pelicans began to fly over the area and a dark shadow came jumping from one of the pelicans. He landed on the flipped warthog, creating a small amount of dust around the vehicle a sniper's barrel touched the elite's head "hehe been awhile" the smoke dissipeared and Rankai was there. his new robotic arm glew blue and his armor was still warn out.He pushed the elite away with the sniper rifle and jumped to the ground.

"It's you again human. We always seem to have run-ins with each other don't we? I'm afraid I can't let you go this time." With that, Zuka rolled out to the side and activated his energy sword. He took a swing at the ODST, forcing him over to Droa.

Rankai looked at zuka knowing that Droa would not hurt him. "why. what is so important about this"

Lillian assessed the situation though squinted eyes. So much had changed so quickly. "Rankai." She greeted, tilting her head curiously. "I thought you were still deployed elsewhere. Nice to have you in battle." She said. "I see you and this meat have experienced previous meetings." Spartan 182 smirked behind her armor. There was nothing more interesting than a previous rivalry.
Seeing the Elite draw his sword, Lily pulled out her sidearm and aimed it at the Elite's face, chin up in a daring gesture. Her stance became rigid and unmoving as her heart rate monitor on her HUD picked up. Elites and Spartans held an equilibrium as far as strength. What would happen in a 2 on 2 royale?

Rankai stood next to Lillian and aimed his sniper "look either you can go or stay and fight, it's up to you"

Zuka weighed up the odds of winning the battle. Behind him was Droa's ghost but he knew he couldn't make it back to the light vehicle. So they would have to slug it out then. He eyed the ODST's armor it didn't have any shields and he was pretty sure that Rankai was only a normal human unlike the demons. If he could dispatch of the ODST then he and Droa would have a good chance at taking down the demon maybe even capturing it. Shooting a look at Droa that clearly said "Cover me." Zuka rolled beneath the barrel of the sniper rifle. He came up with his sword already in motion, slicing its way towards Rankai.

Rankai backfliped onto the warthog barely dogging the blade. He then kicked the sword out of the elites hand, jumped on the elite's head, and jumped for the blade. He caught it and turned around at Zuka "You've changed,hehehe so have I" Rankai charged at Zuka with the blade tight in his hand.

Zuka smirked a mere human was not worthy of wielding the energy sword. Zuka stepped inside Rankai's strike, locking his wrists in a vice-like grip. He kicked the human in the stomach sending him sprawling. The energy sword clattered to the ground. Snatching it up from the red sand, Zuka noticed his shields had been depleted. So the human had been able to graze his shields very good but he was Zuka Randjamee, Field Marshall of the covenant. He had been trained in the ways of the sword almost all of his life and no mere human would stand in his way. A battle cry ripping through his throat, Zuka charged the human moving with a speed and grace befitting of his noble heritage.

Lily crouched as Zuka charged, and sprang as he flitted by. The two tumbled to the ground, which bought Rankai more time in the long run. Reaching down at the Elite's belt, Spartan 182 pulled the pin from one of his plasma grenades and delivered a punch to his chest to add to the confusion. Rolling off, Lily jumped to her feet and began to back away, knowing that it wouldn't be much longer until the grenade detonated. She prayed that the Elite hadn't noticed.

OOC: Sorry guys, its been really hectic around here

Droa decided he would destroy both the Spartans. Before he charged he stated, "You know you demons, you are lucky, you don't have to deal with relationships. I know what they did to you. They screwed with your genes. From what I read you are incapable of love, or almost any emotion. You are not even human, or anything. Your nothing but mindless machines. You could be robots at a assembly line for all people know. Do you really think anyone cares for you? Your government throws you away like trash do die by warriors like me. I've bottled much of my anger. Now face my wrath!!!"

He decided to focus on the female, she injured him, so she had to pay first. He drew a Plasma Pistol and fired a overcharged shot at her. It hit her square in the chest. He saw her shields flare, then pop. Droa smiled. He tackled her to the ground and prepared to stab her with his dagger. Suddenly he was pushed off by the male Spartan. "I saved you from being meat for the Kig-yar. This time your armor will hang over my bed!" Droa drew a repeater and fired at the human.

Rankai rolled and grabbed the repeater, but some shots hit Lily before he could grab it. Rankai pulled out his knife "your wrong, We still feel things and right now, Im pretty damn angry!" Rankai rapped his arm around Droa's neck and sliced his neck.

Lily hit the ground hard from the impact of the shots, her shields drained down to nothing and her suit taking a direct hit. The air was pushed from her lungs and she lay there in the sand, gasping, praying for air. Her suit's monitors beeped and blinked, alarming her of the critical levels of her blood pressure, depleted shields, and straight-up pain. Taking in one or two good deep breaths, she hauled herself back to her feet- much to the protest of her body- and dove for the out of line Elite. Her and Rankai had to show him. Spartans had feelings. They had emotion like any other human. If he wanted 'Demon,' that's exactly what he's gonna get.

Rankai kicked away Droa after he sliced his neck "Lily! you ok" Rankai looked worried after seeing her get shot.

OOC: Hang on is Rankai an ODST or Spartan? I saw your character creation topic and it said you were an ODST.

Droa's distraction gave Zuka the time he needed to dispose of the craftily primed grenade although the explosion was close enough to cause his shields to flare. Filled with wrath, Zuka's first instinct was to draw his sword and charge in but he had other plans. Droa was hurt and the humans were likewise caring for their wounded female. Activating his camouflage, Zuka ran over to Droa and dragged him away and using the same miraculous gel, he sealed up Droa's wounds. Droa coughed and sputtered, coming so it seemed to Zuka, back from the brink of death. After he made sure Droa was alright, Zuka activated his energy sword and crept up to what he surmised was the male human crouched over the female. With a sudden yank, Zuka had its neck wrapped in the corded muscles of his forearms. Raising his sword menacingly, Zuka demanded,"Drop your weapons or he will die."

OOC: I'm an ODST


Rankai grabbed Zuka's arm and dropped his gun, unable to breath.