When Destiny Burns, Ep. 1: A Halo and Inheritance Cycle Crossover

Chapter 2. 2 Odds

Near unidentified city

Of course. He should have known that it wasn't going to be as easy as he had thought.

The large city where the Spartan had stolen the black gem was likely a capital city. That meant that whoever was in control of the city, was also in control over the rest of the country. That was how medieval settings usually worked.

Which meant that the entire country was going to know about his incursion sooner or later.

Not that he was certain of the fact that these people actually lived in medieval settings. They had a biological weapon strong enough to turn two women into warriors with the strength and durability of a Spartan –and a regeneration rivalled by none. There had been people firing projectiles at the Pelican all over the city, yet he had also seen hundreds of soldiers wielding crossbows, bow and arrows and all kinds of swords and spears. Those weapons generally didn't cause any harm to UNSC grade material.

There was more going on in this place than met the eye.

However, as much as the Spartan wanted to meet up with his allies and investigate properly, he had still run into a snag. He had managed to flee the city with his price and head to the south, but his current environment was teeming with hills and trees.

It was also teeming with soldiers. They wore the same red tunics as the men he had encountered in the capital city and they were all armed with broadswords and bows –barring the occasional crossbow, halberd and axe. Every now and then, a current of air lifted their tunics every now and then, revealing either leather body-armour or simple chain mail shirts.

They were much less armoured than the average Insurrectionist or Covenant warrior and those never stood a chance in close-combat with a Spartan. Even when he was unarmed and wounded, he could still take out up to four Elites.

Even better: although these soldiers' superior numbers with their one-hundred and fifty men, they were scattered across the hills in their search for him.

The super-soldier had crouched down next to a large tree, halfway down the first hill. He could see at least four other hills he could move to, as well as enough trees and bushes to use as cover to avoid detection. However, these men posed virtually no threat to him and if he let them stay on him, they might call for reinforcements

Besides; who knew if the same enhanced warriors were a part of these groups?

He could use some information on his current whereabouts as well.

The large group underneath him split up and ten soldiers moved to the left, while seven stayed their ground. He could see a few individuals with black cloaks spread throughout the group –those were the same type of hostiles that had attacked the Pelican.

His number one priority was taking them out, if possible without alerting anyone.

He started making his way down the hill, trying to reach the closest group of soldiers without anyone spotting him. Nobody was looking at him, he had caught them all by surprise. He was as silent as the dead; never making a sound and never betraying his presence to his enemies.

Which made it all the more frustrating when one of the cloaked figures screamed "He's here!" and every single soldier jumped at the call.

The Spartan frowned; what had given his position?

He wrapped his arms around the head of the first soldier and wrenched, breaking his neck and killing him instantly. Before the body could even slump to the ground, the Spartan dashed forwards to engage the other men in his group.