User:MortisGladiator/Halo: In Dying Eyes

Out of the dark, flashes of light appear, sending volleys of lead into the back of an enraged beast. Turning quickly, it the huge bladed weapon from an armored back, quickly unleashing multiple glowing projectiles towards it's attackers. Snarling in pain, it was clipped several more times by an array of bullets before his energy shields flickered back to life. The creature moved swiftly for cover, slamming his shoulder against a smoking vehicle as several more shots bounced off of him.

He looked to his right, staring at a dead comrade...No, a dying comrade. He watched helplessly as the golden armored commander attempted to stand, only to fall to his knees again. If not for his wounds, he would be enjoying this moment, and laugh at the pathetic Sangheili "warrior". He managed to let out a chuckle before several more of the humans fired upon him. Luckily the disabled wraith held off any projectiles.

"Check our six, we're going in!"

"Roger that, Alpha one."

Several more humans gave out orders, most of what he could not understand. He merely loaded his rifle, and prepared for a fight. Snarling, he whipped around the wraith and immediately made contact with one of the tiny humans, smashing him into the ground. As fast as he could, he pulled up his rifle and fired several spikes into his chest, before stabbing it's blade into another human, who appeared to be stunned or shell shocked.

"Take it down! Take it down!" Yelled one of the officers before being stuck with a super heated spike to his throat. His last orders were not heard, sounding off as mere gurgles as blood poured out of his fatal wound.

The monster, a Jiralhanae, or Brute, was making surprisingly quick work out of the confused human infantry, having already killed or severely injured five. The brute took cover again, realizing it was out of any ammo for his spike rifle. He rapidly switched to his bladed grenade launcher, sending several explosive rounds into a dug in squad. His shields began to flicker as over a dozen men fired upon him, making him a highlighted target in what was mostly total darkness.

Deactivating his shields, he leaped into a large hole, likely caused by covenant mortar fire. Clenching his teeth, the war beast wrapped rags around his wounds, hoping to be given some rest, or mistaken for dead.