A spartan in a reverse world

Fall of reach

J-B312's pov

staring in the distance, Six let out a sigh. he had lost his comrade's, and now he was going to lose reach, his actual home.

'Guess I better get moving' with one last glance behind him, he shouldered his M6H on his side, and then he put his M392 on his back.

''Time to move'' Moving he noticed a bunch of corpses of spartan III, Give a moment of silence before moving on, ''!'' hearing the sound of a covenant, Six ducked behind a crumbling building, He didn't know weather he wanted to fight or flight.

He chose flight, as he wasn't dying on this god forsaken planet.

Walking around the ground troops six slowly made his way, to a abandoned unsc base, he found ammo, and grenades, *Thump* now alert, six turned around to find a elite staring down at him.

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Six grabbed his kurki, given to him by emile's dying wish, and stuck it in the elites neck, with a horrifying gurgle the elite went down quick, as he had stabbed it in its vital point.

Though apparently he wasn't quiet enough as the squad of grunts, jackles, and elites, heard the elite choking on its blood.

With a heavy sigh, six holstered his M392.

Running out of the door, six quickly aimed at the grunts head, taking them down quickly with a headshot.

The jackles were little bit more tricky but not hard, as throwing a grenade under there feet, it blew up taking out most of the jackles, some were left, but were easily dispatched with a few bullets, now the elites were a problem.

both had energy swords, and they didn't look to happy.

Aiming at the head of one, six hit it two times, before he aimed at the leg of the elite, crippling it.

But he forgot about the other elite, With a slice, six was no longer holding his DMR, and was missing a arm. pulling out his M6H/Magnum, six started bursting round into the attackers head, but it was futile as his accuracy was hinder with one missing arm.

With another slice, six had a energy sword in his chest, not wanting to go out without a fight, six holstered his kurki, and stabbed the elite twice fold taking it with him.

Laying on the ground, six was bleeding out, while the crippled elite called for pickup, as six was dead regardless.

'Huh, I never knew reach could look so nice, while dying' and with that six was gone from reach, the only thing to remember him by was his cracked helmet.

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''WAKE UP RECLAIMER!''

(and thats the end of chapter 2! hope you enjoyed see you tomorrow)