For Humanity

Just some Master Chief kick ass action! Hope you enjoy!

Another round of bullets sunk deep into the Grunt ranks. The little gray, squat creatures squealed then peeled over dead. The green Spartan, Master Chief, rolled and sought cover as he quickly traded an empty magazine for another full one. With his MA5 fully loaded, the Chief fired a succession of three shots at the small Grunts moving at the front of the horde. As more crazed aliens dropped, the oppressive fire strengthened. Green, and blue plasma flew through the air, followed by long purple needler ammo.

Master Chief shook his large helmeted head. He would use up all his ammunition on the waddling Grunts before he could even get a clear shot at the Elites behind them. Patting his belt, he felt for a grenade. Finding his to be missing, the Chief spotted the bodies of his comrades. The Marines had initially panicked when wave upon wave of poor-shot Grunts neared their position and died due to panic and adrenaline rush. Pushing up into a crouch, Chief pistol-whipped the sneaky Grunt about to scramble over the top of the crates and half sprinted half crouch-walked over to the human bodies.

Glancing back, Master Chief saw the Elites recharge their plasma rifles, and he heard their throaty calls to the Grunts. Bumping into each other, the Grunt lines mixed and mingled as the little creatures tried to figure out which way to go. Willing his fingers to move faster, Master Chief dug through the armor of the nearest marine body. Giving a loud sigh, he wrapped his fingers around the familiar round shape of a frag grenade. Grunting as heavy, hot plasma pounded into his back, the Chief ducked, rolled, and flipped around. Pulling the pin, Master Chief smiled under his helmet, then threw the grenade into the mass of armor and alien flesh.

Seconds after the grenade fell into the huddle of Covenant, it burst into a million pieces. Sending shards of metal, plasma weapons, and alien bits flying. One Elite stormed into the pack of wailing Grunts, knocking aside any little aliens that stumbled into his path. Carefully watching the fast moving Elite, the Master Chief backed up a few feet before sliding his MA5 into its magnetic holster on his back and pulling his pistol from its resting place on the outside of his right thigh.

Running to meet the charging Sangheili, the Chief applied pressure to the trigger on his pistol. The bullets slammed into the Covenant's shields, pinged off, and clattered to the purple floor of the Covenant Cruiser. Emitting a rough, heavy roar, the 8' 10" Elite Minor rushed towards him. Sucking in a large breath, the Master Chief allowed the giant Sangheili to bear down on him until he was a matter of feet away.

"Gotch'ya." With a warm gurgle and bark of fright, the Elite Minor crumpled to the ground with a heavy thud, landing in a pile smothered in his own purple blood.

Giving high-pitched yelps, the Grunts made a run for it. The heavy aliens tottered every which way, but the bulky methane tanks on their backs made them easy prey. With a final crack of a gun, the Master Chief surveyed his work. No alien was alive in this room. Pulling his Battle Rifle back out, the Chief walked through the next smooth purple door and headed deeper into the heart of the Covenant Cruiser.

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~Masterful-Mind