Alright guys, and ladies, this is something I’m going to start up. I will write a short battle of the battles in the Hall of Fame. I do not know all the characters, so I will write from the perspective of the character I know best. For this match I will take the persona of the Master Chief. I have read every Halo book so this is an accurate depicting of what this battle will shape out to be based on John’s skill.
- Eric Gigliotti
Master Chief versus Wolverine
John made his way down the gravel road, with large banks of rock piled along the sides and higher than John’s shoulders. An eyewitness working at the quarry spotted what is now believed to be an unknown Covenant species. Spartan Blue team was sent to capture this Covenant. After a week, John ordered his team to head out by themselves to cover more ground. Even still, they found nothing; so Blue team is now walking in the open, trying to bait the creature.
“Blue team, report in,” John ordered.
“Sierra-104, all clear,” Fred reported.
“Sierra-087, rocks,” Kelly called in.
“Sierra-047, nuthin,” Will grunted.
“Sierra-058, scope’s clear sir,” Linda reported.
“Roger Blue’s. Keep your guard up. This thing may be tracking us as we speak,” John cautioned. It wasn’t that John was worried, his team was up to the job; but if this sighting was correct, some unknown Covenant was on Earth and the Covenant isn’t even supposed to know Earth’s location yet. This Covenant must be captured alive at all costs in order to ascertain what it knew. At all costs. Orders were orders and John knew why they were issued; this Covenant might or might not have sent the coordinates back to whatever passed for a government –
A speck on the horizon. Only a head sticking over the curvature of the Earth. The quarry was evacuated while Blue team scouted the area so no one should be here. John chinned his helmet and the HUD zoomed in. John still could not establish what it was – it was larger than a normal human though.
John quickly scaled the stone bank, slid down the other side, and ran flat out for thirty seconds along the bank. He skidded to a halt and climbed three quarters of the bank. Then he waited.
Eight minutes later, a red blip popped up on John’s motion tracker. It slowly walked closer to John, right down the stone drive. When the blip was directly in front of him, John flexed his arms and the bank of stone spilled across the road. John peeked over and saw a human half buried. One arm above the elbow and the waist down was the only thing showing. John grabbed an ankle and pulled the man out. It twisted and slashed at John with three claws. John’s shield bar began dying – quickly. John grabbed the thing’s knee and thrust his arms parallel with each other, crushing his knee. Then John threw him against the other bank.
John overlooked this creature. It was wearing a yellow and blue suit of some kind. Around the eyes, the suit protruded out like bat ears. Then John noticed the claws. They protruded out from in-between each knuckle. Blood seeped from the base of the blades, which appeared to be metal. The skin was human, but this was something different.
“What are you?” John projected from his helmet.
“I am Wolverine,” it grunted. It got up and charged; on a crushed knee that wasn’t so crushed anymore.
Time slowed, a phenomenon dubbed “Spartan Time” by Kelly. By the time it took Wolverine to take a running step, John raised his MA5C and fired a controlled burst into each leg. Blood spattered out. Wolverine stumbled, then got back up and closed the gap. John stepped hard, starting an avalanche of stone. He twisted around and backed from the bank.
“Blue team, this is Sierra-117. I’ve made contact. One tango. Very dangerous. Close on my position,” John ordered. John turned, and his face met three blades. Sparks flew as the blades sliced across his shield. Then it flickered and died. The blades dug into the chin and forehead of John’s helmet. Wolverine smiled and flicked his wrist; the middle blade sliced through the Mjolnir’s faceplate, passing only a few millimeters above John’s eyes. Wolverine’s right arm flicked away and his left arm came sweeping in, stabbing at John’s ribs. John grabbed Wolverine’s stabbing wrist with his left hand and with his MA5C butt, broke Wolverine’s elbow.
John twisted away from the scuffle and ejected his faceplate. When he turned, Wolverine was grasping his elbow. Before his own eyes, John witnessed grotesque movement under the skin. Stretching another smile, Wolverine charged again. With two perfect elbows. Damn, what the hell is this thing? John fired ten 7.62mm teflon-coated, armor piercing rounds into Wolverine’s chest. Wolverine dropped, blood pumping out the wounds. Slowly, John walked to the creature, his entire person on guard. Wolverine coughed blood, his breathing heavy. Slowly, the blood stopped pouring out. But not because Wolverine was dead. The skin was healing. John emptied the clip into Wolverine’s brain. Blood and brain matter oozed and spilled across the rock.
John quickly reloaded, a motion him and all Spartans practiced for hours back on Reach. John brought his rifle up, meeting Wolverine’s blades. The MA5C was in four pieces before John could pull the trigger. John back-pedaled, and drew his M6G sidearm. Simultaneously, John chinned his shield. His shield’s strength grew substantially. This act oiled the impact of his boots on the ground, but the uneven rock made up for that. John emptied the entire clip of 12.7mm rounds into Wolverine’s chest. Then turned, ran, and scaled the rock bank. He loaded a clip of shredder rounds into his sidearm and turned, meeting Wolverine’s shoulder.
John felt no impact because of the gel layer, but alarms shrilled as he was sent flying. This time, John was sent into the bank, loose rock falling down his body. The rapid beep of his alarm was completely useless without his HUD; John had no idea whether his shield was dying or down, or his suit was damaged somewhere. John wasn’t about to find out though as Wolverine filled his vision. John curled into a ball and rolled down the bank. Wolverine crashed into the bank and dropped onto John. When John rolled over, he found Wolverine falling right on top of him, blades aimed straight down. John grabbed Wolverine’s wrists and held them firm in place. Wolverine dropped onto his trapped wrists, breaking both. John sent him flying.
As he raised his sidearm, John noticed he had gripped it too hard – it was crushed. Damn, lack of discipline. What the hell are you doing John? Get a grip on yourself. He knelt over and grasped a few of the larger sized rocks. He whipped one down the road at Wolverine. While having no way of knowing, John could have clocked the rock at well over a hundred miles per hour. The rock sickeningly crushed Wolverine’s face; the rest of the body crumpled. John did not wait this time. He threw a grenade to one side of Wolverine, then at the middle of the bank across from Wolverine.
The grenade beside Wolverine exploded, ripping an arm and a lot more flesh from the body. Wolverine sailed across the road, and then flew straight into the second grenade. A leg appeared out of the red mist, which coated the road. John palmed another rock with his left hand, and grasped his fighting knife with his other hand. After closing the distance, John noticed a leg, arm, mottled and cooked flesh, and blood stained rock. No body mass whatsoever. John breathed a sigh of relief.
“Blue team, target eliminated. Head for the exfil. Linda, radio for extraction,” John ordered.
After receiving acknowledges, John himself made his way to the exfil point. There was something odd about that creature, Wolverine. He heard rock falling down the bank behind him. John was thrown to the ground before he could even twitch. Sliding across the rocks on his left sholder, John elbowed Wolverine off him. After skidding to a halt, John tried to get to his feet, but was thrown on his back. John blinked the blurriness out of his vision, only to see blades crash straight down onto his chest. His shields failed and the blades sliced clean through. Blood filled his lungs, crawled up his wind pipe, and sputtered out of his mouth. John grabbed Wolverine’s wrists and threw him off. Rolling away, John prepared himself for Wolverine’s counter attack; his Mjolnir suit automatically filling his wounds with biofoam.
Wolverine charged again, this time without his suit. This guy is definitely human, although in some bastardly way. John swiped his knife down into the base of Wolverine’s neck; but glanced off something inside Wolverine’s body. Wolverine countered with his right arm slamming the blades deep into John’s left ribs. This caught John completely unprepared. Wolverine ripped the blades up and out of John’s chest. John kneed Wolverine in the ribs. This time, it was Wolverine who rolled away from the fight.
“Blue team… fall back. Have the fleet bomb this site from orbit,” John ordered.
“Sir? What the hell is going on?” Fred questioned.
“Thanks… thanks Spartans. Mission accomplished,” John sputtered. John chinned the overload of his fusion generator. Wolverine stepped over John, and then kneeled at his side. He raised his blades over John’s face and smiled.
“Go to hell…” John gasped.
Everything flared white. For a moment, the Earth held the newest star in the universe.
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