The Spartan attempts to bolt towards Lethe, driven by an instinct to protect his teammates, former enemies or no. He attempts to continue his fire to drop its' personal shields and destroy it.

John hated her. But if someone was on his side, he protected her.

The massive figure blurs several meters away -- And flanks him along with the other one.

Atop Lethe, the Spartan holds the blaster in his left hand, and the light rifle on his right, staring at both of them. He doesn't look down to Lethe, but the need is evident.

Stand up. Or we're both dead.