eLDiablo
01-13-2004, 11:25 AM
Ive had a few day of absolutely nothing to do and somehow ended up starting a fan fic based on the Halo storyline.
This is a battle scene, basically in the middle of the story, shortly after an encounter with some Brutes (dont know what they are... get the Halo 2 trailer off fileplanet). ive never been good at writing beginning to finish, so if feedbacks good ill do the rest of it, though with going back to college, i have no idea when the next time youll see this will be.
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The Master Cheif slapped a fresh magazine into place as the Hunter turned to confront the uproar. The Cheif Ducked behind a slab of concrete, catching the Hunters attention as he did. The hunter contracted his body, readying his shield and charging the fuel rod gun attached to its arm to be fired.
"Uh... Cheif?!" Cortanas voice echoed through the Cheif's helmet.
"I know." He responded
The tentacles on the hunter's back swayed side to side as he shuffled for a firing position. His head snapped back suddenly as a round from the cheif's pistol struck its chin. The hunters body clenched with determination as it contracted its head as far in as it could, trying to protect its more vulnerable neck.Its head snapped again, to the side, then back again and once more, this time not moving back into place. The hunters arms fell limp to its sides, its body beginning to lurch forward as the red-orange blood oozed from the gaping wound in its neck. The hunter landed on the road in a thunderous crash of metal and flesh that shook the chief's surroundings.
The chief stood just as a team of jackals burst through a hole in the wall in a nearby building, with plasma pistols drawn and shields at the ready. The Chief grabbed the Battle Rifle slung at his side, two rounds ripped through the skull of the lead Jackal, just as he called out warning to the rest of his covenant team. The chief could hear what sounded like an eliteand several grunts coming to the jackals' aid. With plasma blasts flying over the chief's head, he reached to his belt and pulled away a grenade, popping the pin, he lobbed it towards the opening in the wall.
The grenade came to rest just beneath the gap as the foot of an Elite landed on the sidewalk. The Elite screamed out in pain when the grenade blew him over the road. His sight blurred and ears ringing, he looked down and could make out his legs, much shorter than before. Severed off at the knees, the Elites legs were gushing a dark blue blood onto the pavement and into a pool nearby the Hunter, who's gushing blood had finally slowed to a trickle. The Elite closed his eyes and laid back as his head began to pound and everything began to get darker. Finally engulfed by the shroud of death, the Plasma Rifle fell out of his grip and came to rest a few inches from its claw.
This is a battle scene, basically in the middle of the story, shortly after an encounter with some Brutes (dont know what they are... get the Halo 2 trailer off fileplanet). ive never been good at writing beginning to finish, so if feedbacks good ill do the rest of it, though with going back to college, i have no idea when the next time youll see this will be.
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The Master Cheif slapped a fresh magazine into place as the Hunter turned to confront the uproar. The Cheif Ducked behind a slab of concrete, catching the Hunters attention as he did. The hunter contracted his body, readying his shield and charging the fuel rod gun attached to its arm to be fired.
"Uh... Cheif?!" Cortanas voice echoed through the Cheif's helmet.
"I know." He responded
The tentacles on the hunter's back swayed side to side as he shuffled for a firing position. His head snapped back suddenly as a round from the cheif's pistol struck its chin. The hunters body clenched with determination as it contracted its head as far in as it could, trying to protect its more vulnerable neck.Its head snapped again, to the side, then back again and once more, this time not moving back into place. The hunters arms fell limp to its sides, its body beginning to lurch forward as the red-orange blood oozed from the gaping wound in its neck. The hunter landed on the road in a thunderous crash of metal and flesh that shook the chief's surroundings.
The chief stood just as a team of jackals burst through a hole in the wall in a nearby building, with plasma pistols drawn and shields at the ready. The Chief grabbed the Battle Rifle slung at his side, two rounds ripped through the skull of the lead Jackal, just as he called out warning to the rest of his covenant team. The chief could hear what sounded like an eliteand several grunts coming to the jackals' aid. With plasma blasts flying over the chief's head, he reached to his belt and pulled away a grenade, popping the pin, he lobbed it towards the opening in the wall.
The grenade came to rest just beneath the gap as the foot of an Elite landed on the sidewalk. The Elite screamed out in pain when the grenade blew him over the road. His sight blurred and ears ringing, he looked down and could make out his legs, much shorter than before. Severed off at the knees, the Elites legs were gushing a dark blue blood onto the pavement and into a pool nearby the Hunter, who's gushing blood had finally slowed to a trickle. The Elite closed his eyes and laid back as his head began to pound and everything began to get darker. Finally engulfed by the shroud of death, the Plasma Rifle fell out of his grip and came to rest a few inches from its claw.