ARES:Gods of War

Reunion

Chief pushed forward as bullets zipped past him and his team. Delta's sniper rang out, two mid-caliber Nikke-upgraded bullets striking the legs of a smaller Rapture and shattering them. The machine screeched angrily, to which Cortana said, "The fact I'm getting used to this is a bit terrifying, but I think that one just swore at us..." with a chuckle. Chief ignored the quip, kicking the monster's oculus in, shattering it with the weight of the impact.

He rolled to the right as a neutron beam from one of the four-legged Thermites struck where he had been, turning the concrete into glass. A volley of electrified rounds struck the Spartan's armor, overloading his shields before he could once again move out of the way. He aimed his pistol and snapped off a shot, nailing one of the Thermites' rail rifles, which caused it to detonate, staggering the machine.

Sammy pushed forward next, pulling two fragmentation grenades off her belt and throwing them under the machine before swinging her MPX toward the enemy and opening up, a grin on her face. Two smaller machines evaporated under the volley of fire, which was followed up by Niner hefting her MG and squeezing the trigger, the laser-focused burst of bullets cutting through the midsection armor of one of the machines and killing it by detonating its oculus.

Pinne swiveled on her feet and called out, "Sam, look out!" as she slam-fired her entire magazine into a group of Rapture drones, the slug rounds tearing through the flying bastards like a hot knife through butter and spraying their biomechanical parts and armor across the floor. She started reloading while Sam turned toward her and gave a thumbs up. Pinne gave a smile, then ducked and tried to turtle up behind her armor as bullets struck the kevlar-reinforced plates.

Signal ran forward and fired a burst from her SMG, then yelled ,"O-Over here, ugly!" toward the tall machine that had opened fire on their shotgunner. Layla followed up by dashing forward and grabbing the girl out of the way whilst firing her own AR in a suppressive manner. Bullets sparked off her metal armor, while a stun shot, a sparkling electrical current contained in a scarlet ball, hit the dirt beside her.

She swore to herself, then said, "Chief! Falling back to Delta!" as she rushed back with the girl. She spoke to her, "Nice work, though maybe seek cover next time, Signal!" which got the little white-haired glass-wearing radio specialist to whine. The girls slid into cover, with Layla drawing her rifle and aiming again as she fired bursts. Beside her, Delta zeroed in and eliminated enemy flyers that were engaging the Spartan and the CQC Nikkes.

"This is getting hairy. Fifth swarm we've encountered today," Murmured Delta as she snapped off a shot that tore through a Rapture's oculus and caused it to detonate. She dropped the spent transparent magazine and immediately slammed home a fresh one, sending the bolt forward before starting to fire again. Layla replied with a hum of agreement as she laid into the enemy.

Layla ducked into cover and replied, "I'm down to about six mags of ammo..." as she dropped the latest spent one, bullets littering the floor beside her, Delta and Signal. She slammed one home, then stood up and immediately fell back down with a yelp. Two missiles flew over her head and struck the wall behind her, craters dug into the concrete by what looked to be HEAT warheads.

Pinne jumped back into cover with them as well, poked up and screamed as her visor got hit. She tossed it off her face as it boiled, then stood up and, with anger in her blue eyes, snapped off several more slug shots toward the Raptures. Chief pushed toward one of the leading Lords, climbed on top of it and cocked his fist back as Cortana said, "Alright, managed to get a call through the Alva particle concentration. Friendly IFFs are converging on our POS as we speak... You're gonna like who's tagging in to save our behinds, Chief."

The Spartan nodded, jumping off the exploding lord whose oculus he'd ripped out, before drawing his rifle and firing. He swept the area ahead in a 45 degree angle, spent casings hitting the floor as he gunned down the smaller units. He grunted as a full burst of rounds struck his shields, shattered them, then started denting his armor, before taking cover behind the husk of a destroyed armored fighting vehicle left over from fifty years ago.