SPARTAN-117 trails closely behind her, firing, running, -flying- in the middle of enemies, shrapnels, explosions, and even plasma bolts that moved awfully slow around him. Not as a teammate of the Petty Officer, but as an extension of her own body, and her of his own. One mind in two bodies.

One Elite Colonel primes a plasma sword in front of them -- at the same time a Minor and three Grunts move from behind a rock to flank them.

"Says the witch."

He tears down its' shields -- and turns around SPARTAN-031 as he grabs a grenade.