The blood covered warrior gazed across the rocky terrain that was strewn with bodies and gore. He had caused this, every last life that had been ended. Why? One may ask; because quite frankly he wasn't happy, not ever since they killed probably the closest friend he had ever had.

Squish

His armored boot smashed through a skull of some strange looking monster which had the blood in the shade of dark purple, and whose brain seemed to envelope the man's foot as he stepped down. He hated that, but he had wished to make certain that this particular creature had died. The plasma based wounds all over the body should have already said that it was dead, but looks could be decieving.

Within his life he had been called thousands of things; "Warrior", "Demon", "Murderer", "Traitor", and the one that he had been called the most, and for the longest period of time was "Spartan". Spartan was actually the name of his species, all they were really were humans with added chemicals that enhanced certain aspects of the body. Their bones were virtually unbreakable, their thoughts were sharper and faster to generate, their reflexes could be matched by none, and their strength in on itself was legendary. They were legends, heroes, and most of all; they were humanity's killing machines.

The Covenant at this point had been the least of his worries, they had crumbled before the combined forces of the UNSC and the Covenant's very own Elite forces who had been replaced by Brutes beforehand. Evidentially that had enraged the Elite race, who then discovered that the "Great Journey" was merely a hoax and so sided with the humans.

It had led to thousands of bloody battles that ended up with one side or the other getting severely mutilated; of course they had sent their remaining one Spartan against several, and this particular always pulled out of it alive. It was amazing what John accomplished, but the Spartan Three units could have ended this war long ago, had they been deployed. However, the status of the Spartan Third generation mattered to him not; he was the remaining Spartan Second generation that had been spared from death. It had been a lucky break at the time, but now the UNSC knew of his existence, and of the threat he posed to them.

The roaring of engines could be heard right behind him. Underneath his areodynamic shaped helmet he cursed. Having no better choice he began running at full speed; which was incredibly fast especially since the armor he wore enhanced his speed, and strength by who knows how much. The ship had to actually move to keep up, that was good to know.

Then it launched a missile, and at that he cursed very loudly and profoundly. The pilot of this ship evidentially heard that over the COM system as this Spartan seemed to have been far to lazy to turn it off for those few moments. The realization made the pilot smile.

Now he had a missile after him and it was getting close fast.

Dangit, dangit, dangit! This just isn't my freaking day! he thought to himself as his crimson armored hand reached back for the shotgun he had used earlier.

Go fifteen degrees to your right, then when it is approximately a foot from your body; drop. The AI they had allowed him to own was on his side, and wanted him to live as his existence was what kept this AI 'alive'.

This better not kill me... he responded in his helmeted head. And how am I supposed to know when it's that freaking close?

I'll tell you, and currently you got ten seconds to execute the first step.

Fine, fine. That works.

Good.

He went the direction of "right" by fifteen degrees, and slowed his pace a bit. He heard the sound of the missile's thrusters right before the AI practically yelled;

DROP!

He didn't miss a beat, and did drop. The missile went over his head and didn't create a direct impact, but it hit very close.

From what the pilot saw, the entire section of that area was a flame, and there was a huge crater where the Spartan had previously been. Doing a few quick scans he concluded that the Spartan had indeed died in the blast. Content with that he pulled the Pelican in a roundabout motion and headed back to where the fighter carrier was waiting.

Why they used a dropship, who would know?

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There'll be more in another entry I'll post probably tomorrow or Monday. I didn't stick this in a topic cuz I didn't feel like it, and it is rather short.

Oh and yes there is a reason as to why I called this "Blood Unit", it just has yet to be revealed.