Florida's Life

The Frontline

Covenant turrets had me pinned down. Connie was leading UNSC Marines in a suicidal mission, and I was their only hope.

Our Pelican was shot down, and we crash landed on a fertile farmer's field. The battle raged on. We swept through Covenant forces, at the cost of a couple Marines. Spartan IIIs were scattered across the plains aiding Marines as much as they could. Our numbers were great, but theirs were greater. Connie took an massive force and fought right through the Covenant armies. I had to flank them at their right.

As she destructively eliminated all Covenant between her and victory, I assassinated countless Elites with the aid of a couple of ODSTs. Finally, I met a couple of worthy foes. Zealots ran towards my squad and I. Their energy swords pieced through the armor of my fellow allies.

Two Zealots charged at me with energy swords. One swung at me, I ducked and uppercutted him. I quickly sweep kicked the other, making fall to his feet. I used my knife and slashed his throat. I took his energy sword and prepared for combat.

The Zealot leader and I clashed with much force. He stealthily evaded my hits, as if he was a ninja master. He slashed at me, and I flew to my team's side. He slowly walked towards me, as if he enjoyed he had defeated me. I saw my chest plate, there was a huge scar across it. My visor was covered in dirt. I took off my helmet and he was surprised to see me on my feet. I swung at him once more, and it pierced right through his upper abdomen. His purple blood spattered across my face.

He had been slain.