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The fighting on the North felt as though it would never let up. There was always a jackle or a grunt getting by the defences, but luckaly he was in the right postion to take them out, Unfortunatley. He was on his last Magizine for the M6D handgun, and with only two magizines left on his Battle rifle he would soon have to abandone his postion to get him and Gapenski more ammo, being the lower ranked marine he felt as if he had to do more work to prove himself, when in fact he didn't have to, he was doing everything he could, but it was in his nature to do more than needed. "Gapenski Sir, Permission to leave and get more ammo for you and I"

Drake was one of those down there scouting the area for "stragglers". Not neccesarily becaused he had to, but mostly because he just wanted to kill those Covenant bastards. Thinking to himself about how he was going to kill the Covenant, Drake didn't notice the trio of grunts to his left. They all three opened fire, but only 1 plasma bolt struck his left leg, all the others missed. "Backup,... I need Backup!" Drake shouted as he fell to the ground. Drake opened fire with his handgun, because he had dropped his rifle when he fell. One of the grunts threw a plasma grenade, but it missed Drake only to land 3 feet to his left. He rolled to his right, wincing at the pain in his leg. The grenade exploded, Drake felt the skin on his back blister, and then he blacked out for a couple of seconds.

Tom was walking calmly towards the CO of the north base when a blue flash whizzed past him. It was a plasma grenade, of course, and the elite that had thrown it noticed it didn't hit, and started to charge up the hill at him, like a train towards a puppy. That was the analgy that was going through Tom's mind before he remembered that THIS puppy had firepower. He pulled up his shotgun, and waited for the elite to run a little closer. The elite obliged, not really knowing what kind of gun Tom had. BAM! the shotgun blasted the elite's plasma shield apart, and half the bullets still hit the elite. Luckily, this stopped it in it's tracks a few feet from Tom, and put it in optimum firing range with no way to defend itself. The elite looked up and screamed before its head was blasted into oblivion.

Tom looked at the poor creature for a few seconds before sighing, looking at the plasma rifle in his holster, and switching it for the one in the elites hand, as it had a battery life of 93, instead of 79. He sighed once more as he appropriated the elites remaining plasma grenades, stowing them in a pouch on his waist. He then began to run up to a more offensive position to defend the base from, regardless of whether the CO said to or not. War meant doing what needed to be done, and he needed to blast as many covenant as he possibly could to make up for all of his panicking in the past. He reloaded his shotgun's missing two bullets when he made it to his chosen spot, and took out his sniper rifle, with a grin etched on his face like he was utterly mad.

Lieutenant Twombley had turned to a group of medics that he had earlier in the fight ordered to stay out of harms way, but now they needed to do their job and help the wounded. "Hey Doc!" he more or less yelled as usual, but the head field doctor turned to him and nodded. Any inexperienced officer mightve thought this to be disrespectful, but in reality it lessened the chance of enemy snipers picking up that Mathias was an officer.

"Things have cooled down here, do what you can for the wounded, move any dead personnel you find aside. I want a count of wounded and dead."

"Yes sir," replied the Doc.

Just then plasma shots were heard, and his ear peace blasted with Drake's voice, crying out for back up. 'Dammit,' he said to himself. Pistol fire followed the radio call. A thud in the ground he felt, as a covenant grenade went off. Marines were already converging on Drake's spot and killing off the three grunts with a short moment of rifle cracks. Mathias stood his position behind the sand bag machine gun bunkers, and waited...

"I got hit in the leg and fell down. The suckers threw a plasma gernade right there, but I rolled to the side. I should be able to walk." Drake said. Some of the marines helped him up, and one of them tried to help him back to base, but Drake insisted on walking on has own by moving away. It was obvious how much pain Drake was in do to his limp and his face, but he sucked it up and didn't say anything.

As Drake sat down and pulled his boot off, he said "3 grunts we hiding behind a rock, and I didn't see them until I got to the other side. The shot me in the leg, and I fell over and dropped my rifle. They threw a plasma grenade, but I rolled to the left and I think it burned my back."

Wincing a little bit as the medic worked on his leg, Drake said to Mathias "My leg feels like nothing compared to my back." He then switched his focus from Mathias to the medic and said "What's wrong with my leg, doc?"