Thursday, November 25, 2004

   4-day weekend, SHA!!!
The plasma sword came whizzing through the air only to meet Tartarus' hammer. The chief knew his strength wouldnt win the deadlock, so he withdrew. But Tartarus knew he would, so he brought the weapon of death over his head, then arching with power the hammer down to the floor. John evaded the lethal blow, then observed the debris float around the room, Tartarus was reconstructing the hallway to his will. If the Spartan slipped once into one of these potholes, he would be finished for sure. John grinned as he ran up the shaft of the hammer and summoned all strength possible into a single blow and kicked the gorilla on the jaw, where armored plating didn't actually cover is body. He moved as a burning blur, moving as a invisible lethal phantom. The chief was going to win this tough battle withh speed, if he stayed alive long enough. "DEMON YOUR ANTICS WILL SOON CEASE!!! I AM TIRED OF THIS!" Tartarus screamed, rattling the debris floating in the air. The lights began to shine again, throughout the hallway. When the light illuminated the surroundinig, both contestants stoof in a boxing deadlock stance, perhaps a meter from eachother. Silence filled the hallway, except for Cortana injecting more adrenaline into John's bloodstream through is admirable suit. John's mind became filled with the teachinigs of chief Mendez, his combat instructor that finally perished in the glassing of Reach. Mendez taught him everything to know about hand to hand combat, every body part is like a chess piece, and the goal is check-mate. Tartarus grabbed some rubble and hurled it at the chief, who dodged the projectile. Tartarus roared as he came into body length of John, going in fr the kill. Tactics raced through John's mind and he finally concluded his plan. The brute's hand reached for John's neck , he evaded and grabbed the gorilla's fist, then flung his body around to the back of Tartarus (through zero g) and embraced himself on the colossal monster's back. John pummled the base of Tartarus' skull, John unleashed hell on the brute's most vital body part. Only a few moments and Tartarus grabbed the Spartan's calf and gripped it tight, although drowsy and light headed, he still knew how to finish John. Tartarus pulled John from his back and swung him around the weightless hallway, and created a crater from John's landing onto the floor. Even though the Spartan had embraced for impact, he endured considerable damage to his back, probably crushing some of his ribs. John grasped for air, and clutched his chest once again. He resumed the battle by slowly getting to his feet while Tartarus tried to regain full consiousness. The chief's blood was feeling hotter than ever before, his body pulsed and so did his arms. Puffing severely, the chief picked up the shotgun and pumped it, he flew through the weightless air and was quick to get in position. Tartarus was now having severe loss of vision and feeling light headed. Dead bodies of Jackals, Grunts, and Elites heard the astounding roar of gas pressure of as a mode of percussive acceleration. Then several pumps to refresh the clean chamber. "Demon, you might have...defeated me...but the prophets..will..not rest until your...death is assured..." A final click f the pump and the legend was silenced in death. John stood there, adrenaline fading away, pain setting in as an eagle on its prey. His mental power was that of a sedated man's/child, he blinked his eye's several times and heard Cortana calculating escape routes, but he did not care. Blood trickled down the stained armor, this blood has withstood so many battles. "Cortana, you have assisted me so many times, I thank you...I'm so very tired, tell Halsley I'm sorry..." The Chief floated through the air and finally hit the ground, still muttering into t the unknown...
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