[Archerboy106]

The small squad of ODST marines were not prepared for what they were about to witness. As they entered the room with their fingers pressed ever so gently on the triggers of their weapons, they each marked a target. Suddenly they watched as another battle unfolded. They froze, taking it all in. Just as a jackal's body fell to the floor, the other skirmishers/jackals quickly stepped away from the corpse. All except one. The Skirmisher Champion screeched at the elite wielding a drawn plasma sword. The other 3 elites began systematically killing the other jackals as they cowardly ran to the far side of the living room. As for the champion, he activated his plasma gauntlets, using them with lightening speed to deflect blows from the energy sword. He flipped backwards behind a couch and commanded his subordinates. Skirmisher Champion: Fight you fools! Fleeing will end fatally! The other jackals ignored his warnings, seeking personal safety. Unfortunately none of them survived. They were all shot down in the corner of the room. The champion stood on the torn couch as the 4 elites surrounded him. He snarled, flaring his razor sharp teeth. He began charging a plasma pistol. Elite 1: It seems the pathetic dogs shall be put down at last! They all laughed, and moved in. As they fired, the champion leaped into the air, dodging the bolts of plasma flying past. Releasing his pistol, he brought down the shields of one elite. Just before impact, the elite's shields dropped completely making him vulnerable. The champion landed on the elite, tearing at his throat with its sharp claws. The other elites fired until their weapons overheated. However, their shots either missed or scorched the corpse of their ally that the skirmisher used as cover. Before the elites could react, the skirmisher grabbed a plasma grenade and shoved it into the mouth of one elite kicking him away near the window. The explosion covered the room in glass and blood. He then emptied the clip of his needler rifle into the mouth of the other. That left the elite with the sword, and the injured elite in the corner, frantically watched and yelling. The two charged once more, moving in a flash. The elite was very skilled with a sword and slashed in a fury. However, for the skirmisher's speed and dexterity, blocking blows off of its energy gauntlets was not a problem. Hit Squad Kilo all stood as wide eyed statues. Their mouth open and eyes fixed on the display of sheer skill and speed. Suddenly, the sword flickered, then withdrew. The energy was dying and the elite was terrified. The jackal legitimately laughed at the poor fortune of the elite. Before the elite could draw his second weapon, the champion slashed it's claws, squabbling in its native tongue. He had landed a blow on both of the elites eyes, gouging them out in the process. The elite let out a shuddering scream as it's hands flew to its face. The jackal picked up the withdrawn energy sword. He tapped it with his free hand and snickered once more as the elite cupped its bleeding eyes. The skirmisher then shoved the handle in the elites mouth, severely muffling it's desperate screaming. The skirmisher spoke a single word in its native tongue and activated the last bit of energy in the sword, instantly killing the elite. The skirmisher victoriously stood amongst the bodies for a moment but turned to see HSK. It froze, for it had not noticed the pack of humans on the far side of the room the whole time. Just then, it dropped to the floor and yelped, taking a plasma hit to the leg. The injured elite stared from the corner of the room, plasma rifle to chest, not sure of its next move.