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Chapter 20

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+++***Chapter 20-Clash of Titans***+++
  John felt blood run from his nose and drop to the ground, past his broken visor. The ground had disapearred, and a nonstop gust cooled off his blood-coverred and sweat drenched face. It was painful to sit up, but he forced himself onto his arms and looked up. The dimension was a pitch black, and to tell where the horizon was located could be correctly described as impossible. Shadow 117 was ahead of John, breathing deeply as Argamennon's lost flood green energy swarmed visibly around him. Somehow, the demon had taken Argamennon's energy away from him through his created dimension, and absorbed so much that Argamennon was obliderated from existance.
  "So that's how you kill him." John muttered as he rose to his shaky legs. There was no way to escape the dimension that he knew about, and John was wounded. Now, his shadow, if he correct on his assumption, had every bit of power Argamennon had. John knew exactly how this was going to end. He was about to get his butt kicked. He looked to his right for any kind of way to win. nothing but emptiness past what the eye could see. He looked to his left...
  And saw Cortana lying on the floor. Her hair fell on her face, and her chest did'nt move like ti should when you breathed, but that's not what intrigued John. There was a blue swirl of energy floating above the body omniously. He could feel as if that was truly Cortana, and not the body lying next to it. The Masterchief carefully walked closser, until he bent down and extended his hand into the energy carefully. The energy caught onto his hand, circling it faster and faster until it dissapeared. The mercury cool sensation fell into John's mind, but the same loneliness remained. Cortana still was'nt there.
  John did feel a heart warming voice hit his eardrums as a close friend whisperred into his ear, "I love crazy. Go take him on," from thin air. "for me and the universe."

  John looked down at his stab wound. It actually healed itself out of thin air! He felt energy come back to him, the same kind he got after a good meal and lots of rest. His visor miracously healed as some of the blur orbs of energy past by it, and his shield returned. This dimension worked in a strange way, but luckily it did'nt take sides anymore. "Crazy it is," John whisperred to Cortana's ghost. John looked back at Shadow 117 and drew hsi hands into a tight fist.
  The shadow returned the look, tightenning his hands to a fist as well. The energy around him madly raced around him, until it finally stopped and instantly swarmed inside the demon. The air burst around him as its pressure equalized, and the Shadow used that as his start. He pushed off his left foot and ran in a blurred motion straight for John, the air crackling around him as the energy gave him inhuman speed. John had just enough time to raise his fist when Shadow 117 slammed his whole body weight against John, toppling him backwards. John lifted off his feet for three whole seconds before sliding to a stop back on his feet. This dimension definitely worked differently, John realized. Regular physics and common sense were now out of the question. He had to learn a new fighting style, and quickly.
  As Shadow 117 raced by, John raised his left arm outwards in his path. SHadow 117 slammed into it, propelling John into a spin. It worked though; the demon backflipped, landing on the ground. John did'nt hesitate as he raced over, jumped, and slammed his fist into Shadow 117's visor.
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The Covenant cruiser Reconciliating Honor exitted slipspace over a burning city. The destroyer cruiser Bloody Hero and Triumphant Survivor appeared on its left and starboard sides, each one pouring hundreds of Banshees and Seraph fighters from the their hangar bays. Controller Yuikri moved his hand over the control pad, accessing the radar. He scrolled down, eneterring commands rapidly in a harmony of eye-and-hand coordination. Finally, several markers appeared on the viewscreen, almost all grouped together. "Shipmaster," He said over his shoulder,  "I have the Spartans and the Arbiter marked. No sign of the other Elites."
  The Shipmaster studied the screen carefully, noticing all but three were moving away from the city. "How many contacts are in that city?" He finally questionned Yuikre.
  "Four thousand eight hundred approximately, all Flood contacts. The Banshees and Serpah fighters are beginning attack runs on the infestation."
  "Good, keep them on their present course. Engage all unfriendly contacts. Also contact Hero and Survivor and tell them to begin glassing the region once the Arbiter and Spartans are secure."
  "Aye, sir."
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  "What are you waiting for?!" Jordan yelled back at Nicole and Ty. "It's not safe to stop!"
  "It's the Chief!" Ty screamed back in distress. "We're losing him! He keeps destablizing and restabilizing rapidly!"
  "Banshees!" Jordan yelled at all the other Spartans. Fifty low-flying Banshees raced over their heads. A second later all lines of plasma and green plasma bombs rained down on the ground before the Banshees turned up and out of harm's way. "The Elites are here!"
  "It's about time!" Ian whisperred to himself. Something still felt wrong. HJe made another head count on the Spartans, coinciddently at the same time as Linda. They both turned and looked at each other.
  "Crap!" They both yelled, then ran east from the rest of the Spartans, across a barren wasteland of destruction and gore.
  "Where are you guys going?!" one of the Marl team said over their COM channel.

  Ian let Linda respond, "Saving a couple Spartans."
  "Understood."
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   John lifted himself off his hands and kness in time to dodge a bone-crunching stomp the dark Spartan sent down on his head. He roundhouse kicked, but the true demon was too fast for it. Before John could regain his composure, Shadow 117 lunged forward and slammed his fist into his unprotected visor. Somehow, out of the flukes of the dimension, only two cracks streamed across the otherwise intact helmet.
  Dark 117 stopped moving suddenly, his arm slowly falling back to his side as he stared off behind the Chief.
  This was no move any kind of soldier would do, which worried John. Quickly he looked over his shoulder....
  And literally saw the dimension falling apart from him. Without Argamennon's energy constantly feeding it, the dimension began to crumble. Both John and Shadow 117 agreed on something:
  Run. Both John and the demon stopped fighting as they turned away from the sight behind them and sprinted in long, hard steps. The super sonic boom of the dimension exploding from pressure and overload of energy it did'nt have shook what was left. Neither knew why they were running; there was no where to go.
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   </INCOMING_TRANSMISSION_/>
[[[FILE_TAINTED]]]
//RECOMMEND_IMMEDIATE_DELETION//

  <</CODE RED/>>

  >ENEMY CONTACTS (1,000,000+ (EST.)) MOVING IN ON PERIMETERS. OUTER DEFENSES ANNIHILATED.

  >DEFENSE OVERTAKEN IN APPROXIMATELY NINE HOURS

  //DATA LOST//

  >INFANT LOST, NAME: KRYSTAL KATANIA

  >VIP LEVEL: MEDIUM

  >FATHER: COMMANDER MEGYA

  [[[END FILE]]]

  -[[[ATTACHMENTS]]]-

  THIS IS GENERAL HOKERUH. ALL FORCES RETREAT TO DEFENSE LINE SIERRA. YOU HAVE NO REINFORCEMNTS, YOU ARE THE LAST SOLDIERS OUR COUNTRY HAVE.

  //DATA LOST//

  GOOD LUCK, AND MAY GOD BLESS US ALL.

--

  "Whoa..." Santiago whisperred to himself as he read over the COM lieutenant's shoulder. "That is'nt any kind of Intel transmission we know of, huh?"

  "Correct," the lieutenant replied. "I tried tracing it, but it's just a lost piece of data."

  "Can you figure out how old it is?" Leland asked over to him from the main viewscreen.

  "Yeah, only one month old. I could keep trying to track it, but it'll take time."

  "Then start tracking it." Santiago replied, then he and Spartan 130 left the bridge for the hangar bay.
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zaku0909's avatar
i-is steve dead? :gulp: