The Spartan catches his breath. At the very least, he understood the need for it. They would get to blow the mines without getting anybody of their own killed. For now.

One Elite looks around. Almost too close towards Kansa, but it does not notice him. It turns its' head to try looking closer--

An entire field turns ablaze behind it. It turns its' head. Someone else throws grenade towards its' squad's positon.

"Now."