There were banshees, pelicans, Short Swords, Phantoms. It was chaos. On the ground, there were Scorpions, Wraiths, Ghosts, mongooses, warthogs, a Scarab.
“Look out!” A spartan yelled to a group of ODSTs.
This Spartan was a Spartan four, he was in charge of the forces. An ODST Sergeant ran up to him, panting and out of breath.
“It’s like hell out there, sir!” He said. “What do I do with my squad?”
“Have them go flank the enemies. I’ll tell you when to attack.” He said.
“Ok!” The ODST yelled as he ran to his squad and got them moving.
The Spartan then ran out, put his helmet on, and got up in the front.
He was the tech and language expert of Fireteam Oval. And his name was Slavonic.
Their leader was a Spartan 2, 6 feet 7 inches tall. She had a British accent, she was inspiring, hard working, but she really cares for her men, she has a slash scar on her left cheek, no one knew when it happened, how it had happened, nothing about it. She is the leader of Fireteam Oval.
She has Mark V armor, the colors on her armor are Black and Red. She was Oval 1.
Spartan Slavonic ran to Shelly.
”What are my orders?” Slavonic asked.
“Go help the other tech experts behind enemy lines!” Shelly yelled over the all the bombs, gun fire, yelling, Banshees and ships fighting.
“Ok!” Slavonic yelled as he ran to do what he was told.
Shelly ran at one elite and took out her combat knife. She spun around the elite, then back flipped over him and stabbed his eye.
“Slogan! Stop killing enemies and find me a way through their lines!” Yelled Captain Cuttup.
“Got it!” Slogan said over comms as he backed off, got up on top of a big hill with a sudden drop at the end, and started scanning for any way through.
“Help!” Yelled a Spartan. This was another member of Fire Team Oval. He was their demolition expert. He loves blowing stuff up, had a knack for defusing bombs, was stacked to the brim with frags, plasmas, etc.
“I was shot after my..*cough* shield went down.” Said Blomer.
As Slavonic started to walk towards him, suddenly the Spartan dropped down, dead. Then, an elite zealot appeared and attacked him.
Slavonic shot at the zealot, it dodged and punched him.
“Oh. So you wanna do this like MEN?” Said Slavonic. “THEN LETS DO THIS LIKE MEN!” He yelled as he got into a fighting stance.
The two warriors eyed each other in an epic stand-off.
The zealot made the first move. He swung at the Spartan but he ducked and uppercutted the elites chin and kicked him into a wall.
“Too easy.” The Spartan-2 said.
The zealot suddenly got up and kicked him in the shin. The zealot then, lifted Slavonic up by the throat and started to squeeze.
“Noobie! What the HELL are you doing?!” Yelled Shelly as she, Garrus, Captain Cuttup, and Slogan arrived.
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