Halo: Last to Fall (TPF)

A quiet morning settles on Teash as the Jiralhanae Chieftain goes for a walk through the jungle, thinking about the needs for the tribe and how to negotiate with the others so his tribe can continue to thrive. The quiet sounds of the jungle hum throughout the air, another peaceful morning as the Jiralhanae continues his slow pace around. The legendary Gravity Hammer sits on his back as he continues to patrol the perimeter of his tribe’s rightful land. He watches for anything out of the ordinary, he knows the land as good as anyone else out here, the same land he grew up on and became a great warrior.

He spots something unusual in the field, something that doesn’t belong on his land. A SPARTAN.

The veteran Jiralhanae Chieftain stares down his target, a SPARTAN commando trespassing on his planet and on his tribe’s land. Just one SPARTAN, he huffs at the lone human, expecting more. The veteran warrior has had his share of bouts against these humans, winning them all. The dogtags on his waist showcase that he is a SPARTAN killer, all that armor and just another scared human behind the visor.

He watches the SPARTAN move away from his hiding spot and into the open field, the two stare at one another both filled with hatred without knowing each other. The peaceful morning turns quiet as the two continue to stare down one another, the air turns hostile and the wildlife vacates the area.

The veteran stands at eight-feet-six inches and weighs 1,391 pounds while the SPARTAN stands at six-feet-nine inches and weighs 245 pounds. But the experience between the two matches up, both experts at killing and highly trained warriors.

Samuel-B256 stands strong against the Jiralhanae before him, intercepting him during his morning walk around the land. A price to pay for a friend the Jiralhanae injured, Samuel is here for revenge. He may not have the size, but he has the heart to avenge the pain his friend suffered by the hands of this Chieftain. No guns, no grenades, nothing that will gain him the advantage except his two knives. Samuel takes his breath as he watches the Jiralhanae Chieftain draw his Gravity Hammer.

Full of stories, covered in murder and held with pride. The veteran has used it to win his battles in the Human-Covenant War. Now he has one more human to kill, a trespasser, a SPARTAN. His helmet would make a fine addition to his collection he has taken from those he has killed. Samuel dances the combat knife in his hand, the same one he used to kill so many of his kind. It drips with the blood of his fellow dead pack members, each drop tainting the ground of the jungle like paint on a piece of paper.

No more than 100 meters between them, Samuel calms himself for SPARTAN time. The ability to have reflexes that will counter the strength of the Jiralhanae. His feet light, hands steady, mind clear and body ready. The target and him on a morning in the jungle, the battle between two warriors to the death.

A loud roar is heard following the slam of the legendary Gravity Hammer. The ground shakes, making the SPARTAN’s armor vibrate from the power. He has yearned for the day of going hand-to-hand with this enemy. The veteran prepares for the SPARTAN, ready to fight. His brain boils with blood rage, his grip strengthens and his breaths become much stronger.

Dirt shoots into the air as Samuel charges towards the Jiralhanae, cutting the 100 meters off and restricting the veteran from using the Gravity Hammer. He sees the rise of the hammer, it comes crashing down into the ground, Samuel times his jump and misses the shockwave that would send him hurling back. The hammer is picked up, and the dent on the ground is easy to spot.

Landing on his feet in a kneeling position, Samuel lunges forward with the knife missing the abdomen of the Jiralhanae and the two go into their bout. Close, the hot breaths of the veteran can be heard and the two feel the hatred for one another in the air. He breaks the staredown, jabbing his knife at the left forearm and connecting with a good strike.

The veteran hisses at the pain shooting up his arm, and into his body. He tightens the grip on his Gravity Hammer and swings, forcing the SPARTAN to duck and allowing the veteran to kick the feet out from underneath the SPARTAN.

The veteran counters with a quick slam down, missing merely as the SPARTAN grabs the legs of the veteran and pulls himself between the gap and jumps back up. A close call for the experienced SPARTAN and a missed chance for the veteran.

Squaring back up, the blood pouring from the wound slows and coats the veteran’s fur as Samuel keeps his eyes steady on the enemy. The veteran makes his move first, stepping forward once and then using the butt of his Gravity Hammer to hit the SPARTAN in his chest. He misses the chance, allowing the SPARTAN to stab him in the thigh, but lose his knife as the veteran pulled his leg away before the SPARTAN could retrieve the knife.

Yanking the knife out of his leg, the veteran winces at the pain. Another wound, but this will never stop him. He only grows stronger, more powerful and much more bloodthirsty. He huffs at the SPARTAN to see he has another knife. The veteran attacks again, charging forward, forcing his opponent backwards and into a tree. He swings the hammer, destroying the tree, making the SPARTAN duck and roll to cover. The veteran conserves his energy and goes on defense, wanting to make him the attacker now.

Samuel charges forward, sweat dripping down his brow as he focuses on his enemy target, his hand deflects the forearm of the veteran, holding it as he stabs the Jiralhanae in the tricep, but gets kicked to the side, he falls to the ground as he recovers from the powerful kick. But he was too slow, the Jiralhanae lays all his mass into the chest of Samiel and slowly crushes him.

Samuel needs to improvise, he gets his helmet off, throws it at the head of the veteran, grabs a dagger like rock and stabs it into the hand of the Jiralhanae. He break frees as the Jiralhanae roars at the pain coming from his hand. He yanks out the dagger-like rock and draws his Gravity Hammer.

Meeting the eyes of the SPARTAN, he sees the fire in him. The pure rage and the desire to never give up. He continues to hold the Gravity Hammer, wanting to see how the SPARTAN will do with no weapon. The SPARTAN takes the challenge and charges forward, dodging yet another shockwave and attacking the veteran. Grabbing his Hammer, yanking it out of the hands of the veteran with his unnatural strength and hitting him in the groin with the butt end. Samuel raises the Gravity Hammer to slam it down but gets kicked.

As he goes flying, he loses control of the Gravity Hammer and it falls short between the two of them. Samuel jumps to his feet, races to the veteran as he attempts to grab it. Failing, the veteran is forced to go hand-to-hand with the SPARTAN. He will uses his raw strength to beat out the agile SPARTAN.

Samuel gets the upper hand first, using his reflexes and speed to connect punches to the jaw, throat and face of the veteran. But the Jiralhanae counters with one strong punch to the face of Samuel, forcing him back. As he stands up, he notices a dislocated nose, the loud crack is heard between the two and echoes through the forest, but they continue on. Going back into one another after he fixes himself.

Samuel connects his fast combo hits, kicks to the side, elbows to the jaw, punches to the face and a headbutt as well. The pain lingers for a second in the Jiralhanae giving Samuel his chance.

The Jiralhanae sees a move, counters with a swift grab to the shoulder of the SPARTAN and hears a strained yell. His teeths show he looks up at the veteran with no fear, he is ready to go. But the veteran is not done toying with his food, he dislocates the shoulder of the SPARTAN, throwing him at a tree and watching the body wrap around. But, the SPARTAN stands back up, puts his shoulder back into place and goes right back at the veteran.

The two trade punches, cutting each other, blood dripping down the side of their faces as Samuel pushes the veteran back to gain his breath. He wipes his brow, getting rid of the blood and moves forward, he decides to throw everything he has at him and end it, once and for all, he draws his second knife.

Exhaustion sets in, each fighter is running out of gas to fight, but they still find their reasons. Still finding ways to keep going to kill one another. Never give up, never show weakness. Samuel’s chest heaves as he studies the veteran that is wheezing, now is his time.

Getting up close, he uses his knife to stab the veteran in the abdomen, pulls the knife across the body and forces the enemy to roar in pain. The blood pours out, the fur stains fast with the veteran’s blood and the piercing pain shoots across the body as he tries to collect what has happened.

Taking his chance, Samuel drives the knife into the chest of the veteran. He was kicked back and he lost another knife. His commanding officer is going to kill him when he hears about this. With no other options, Samuel goes for his last move, his last card and the hail mary attempt.

He charges, wrapping his arms around the veteran and driving him into the ground. Getting his window, he grabs a nearby rock, picking it up and slamming it into the face of the enemy. His hand can grip it and he uses another to hold the throat down with pressure that could snap a brick in half. The two hands of the veteran try to cover his face but it was no use, he was too late.

Samuel slammed the rock into the head of the struggling veteran, his arm slams down, then back up. Down, up, down, up for what felt like an eternity. The rock began to turn the color of the veteran’s blood, but Samuel would not stop. He continues to slam the rock into the face, hearing the squishing of the dismembered face along with the crack of the skull being broken.

The veteran’s body stopped moving, he stopped resisting and laid there as Samuel continued to slam the rock. It was a rhythm he created, the sheer power and how fast he was doing it. He was not going to stop till he saw the ground on the other side of the skull.

His grip on the neck grows tighter, he feels the bones bending, applying more pressure and he snaps the bones within the neck. Samuel drops the rock, takes his two hands, covered in the blood and begins to twist the head off the body.

Samuel-B256 stands back up after finishing his duty, he killed the enemy and now it’s time to go home. Walking across the jungle vegetation, he grabs his helmet he threw and put it back on. Hearing the click, he rolls his head and moves to get his two knives. Sliding both of them into their respective position he checks his arm and breathes through his nose to ensure he is ok. Once he gets the green light, Samuel-B256 moves out into the deep jungle, leaving behind the veteran’s body with his head impaled on a spike.