Though they may be brutal, there's a certain effortless grace to the movements of the Spartans, too. Almost all in the same motion, Ami lands, gains access to the inside of the craft, ends the life of the pilot who screamed his own death warning, and lets the corpse fall to the ground far below. The banshee becomes hers.

The craft wavers uncertainly under her control, but she brings it to heel quickly enough to be confident of its usefulness. "I have it," she tells the Master Chief briefly, and she lets herself be grimly pleased by the thought of the squadron's reactions to the sudden betrayal of one of its ships.

"Now that it's mine, shall we let loose?" As if everything up until now has been holding back, play, and now she wants to show her true ability.