Halo: The Traitor

Chapter 16: A clash of Ideals

Casy was a little premature with her follow up charge, no one would criticize her. She was basically a low ranking tank versus a high ranking battleship. Meaning this was going to be a massive uphill battle.

Casy raised her weapon and fired, but all of her ranged attacks amounted to nothing. As they were simply absorbed everything.

Seeing how usless it was she threw her weapon to the side and closed the remaining distance, she went with a furious uppercut. Which the Admiral caught and held down.

"Is this all, humans have to offer!" He scoffed "Thousands of your people died by my hands, and thousands more will follow!" The admiral punched Casy in the face making her slide across the floor. She wordlessly stood up with a little trouble.

"Casy!" Tyler tried to step in and help the lone Spartan but he was stopped by Casy putting an arm up.

"Don't you fucking think about stepping in" She spoke through gritted teeth, obviously upset by the elites remark and bullshit punch.

The Spartan started approaching the Admiral.

"Oh? Your approaching me? Instead of running away like you humans do best?" The Admiral grinned.

"I can't kick you cov-y ass, if I don't get closer..." She cracked her knucks.

They both looked at each other as casy stopped a meter in front of him. A bizarre feeling flooded the room, as a strange feeling overcame the two.

"Muda!"

"Ora!"

They both swung a right hook at each other, of course this isn't anime and more inclined to follow actual physical elements. Both attacks bumped into one and another before reaching a dead mark on each other's face/helmets.

Casy tumbled back, a little shaken by the attack. The Admiral took this chance to spin kick her, which makes her lose of balance even worse.

"Look a-" before the Admiral could engage in more banter, Casy kicked him in the side and sprung into all out combo of a mix of punches and kicks.

Left, right, knee, spin, jab, haymaker, right cross, left leg-

The Elite caught her leg.

"Oh shit"

The Elite picked her nimble body up and bashed her on the ground, twice before throwing her into a weapons rack.

"Damn human" the Admiral wiped the blood off his lips(?) He flexed his arm and opened his two fingers. Signaling a mechanism within his forarm armor to shift and turn, until a small energy sword appeared.

"Hey fuck face!" The Admiral turned and saw Jess and Tyler holding a fuel rod each. "BOOM"

Both weapons fired simultaneously.

The Admiral dashed forward at a remarkable speed, seemingly going straight to his death.

Until both green balls of plasma bounced off his body.

The green balls suddenly reconfigured into a slightly bigger and none bouncy form.

"Do you really think I would fall for that" The Admiral was fairly upset at the humans who thought that would work.

Jess looked fucking horrified.

Tyler was practically a second away from shiting himself.

The Admiral was going to dash forward again, until a chain wrapped around his neck.

"Urk!" The chain tightened and pulled him back.

The Elite looked back and saw Casy.

"We aren't done" She screamed.

The Admiral cut the chain with his small energy sword. "WE WILL BE"

Casy took out her own energy sword, she had found in the weapons wrack.

The both went at it again, using the swords. The Admiral had the advantage but lacked the reached due to the smaller sword.

Jess leaned to Tyler: "Should we help again?"

Tyler shook his head: "She looks like she's got this"

"Ah, well'a I've planted the bomb"

"Should I go call the Return team?"

"Obviously" Jess looked at him like an idiot.

"Right.. right sorry" Tyler backed away and called the return team.

The battle between the Admiral and Spartan had reached its final stages. Both had gashes and dents in each other's armor, their shields not only burned out, they were ripped out.

Both of them looked at each other with mutual respect.

"What's your name human" The Admiral spoke.

"Cassandra Ralovanra" Casy snapped.

"Ah, you humans with your strange names"

"Shut up" Casy couldn't help but smirk "Whats your name Cov-y"

"Xisze'Tavum" Xisze spoke honestly, and clear.

"Now shall we end this?"

Casy nodded "Lets"

The both went at each other one final time, all cards on the table, all guns placed on the table.

Who will die?

Neither.

Both of their weapons clashed in a brilliant blue spark, both weapons lost energy and both of them resorted to their fist once more.

With one absolute final ditch effort, they both went for a heavy hook and at the same time punched each other in the face knocking them both out with a loud thud.

"What...."

"Did they just..."

Both Marines were baffled by the ending.

Jess looked at Tyler "So do we kill the Admiral guy now? Or...."

Tyler shrugged "I say we get the fuck out of here"

Jess nodded as she went over to Casy and picked her up: "Fucking help!"

Tyler went over to help "Alright alright"

Jess took a step forward but then Tyler's Comm suddenly rang.

"Huh?" He beeped it on.

"Heeeeeyy" Sevens voice spoke through "So Tyler right?"

"Yes..?"

"Can you pick up that Elite too?"

"Wait what! Why!" Tyler demanded

"Oh hush don't be a baby, hes asleep" she seemed more loopy

"He-"

"Almost killed you, yada yada listen we really really need him just trust me cause I'm not going to leave like the infinity.

That hit a sour spot on Tyler, causing him to sigh loudly.

"Yes ma'am.."

"Great! If this goes well I'll make some beer for everyone!" The comm clicked off.

Tyler lets go of Casy causing Jess to handle all of her weight.

"Hey! The fuck you doing!"

"They want us to get the Elite too..."

They both looked at the knocked out Admiral like it was a looming threat.

"Well this is just fucking great...." Jess cursed aloud.

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Welp that wraps up the fourth of July Operation haha, plot twist there was no explosion! It was just on 4th of July, Haha!.