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Creative Writing: The Covenant

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.Grunts moved on patrol, being watched by jackals that would occasional whack a grunt on the head if they weren't in proper formation. A grunt that had just been whacked shook his head in annoyance but scurried to his proper position. Grumbling to himself and glaring at the higher ranking alien, the grunt continued to look around for anything suspicious. The grunt himself found this completely worthless, who could possibly enter the atmosphere undetected, get passed all the crazy beasts that lived in the forests of the planet, get in the structure, and all the way in this place undetected? He would receive his answer later as an invisible being stayed crouched and weaved her way through the installation quickly. She went undetected and that was fine by her as she quickly moved into the next room before taking shelter. …show more content…

Grunts screamed in panic, scrambling instead of raising their weapons, while jackals and Elite readied their arms. "I'm not getting out of here," Bridgett panted, as she started sprinting the moment the elevator doors opened. She definitely didn't fight like the Master Chief, always closing the distance and dodging shots from the enemy only to use speed and strength in hand to hand combat to knock out her opponent, use them as a meat shield, or stab them with a poisoned knife and keep going. What she wasn't expecting either was for the Jackal to snipe her straight between the eyes. She went backwards, body and head bouncing painfully. Her armor releasing static as it attempted to shield the SPARTAN inside, but was unable to with the beating that she took. An Elite walked up to her, clicking at her. She pushed herself up slightly, not really sure what she was going to do. She didn't have much time to think on it as the Elite brought his weapon back and slammed her broken helmet, knocking her out

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