To his surprise Valkyrie kept both of the heavy weapons, he waited for her to check and recheck her math as she calculated wind speed, distance, and the trajectory of the bullet that would be affected by the wind. Seconds later, taking out the Grunt gunner of the second tank that was in the area. The first older model tank, having went on it's patrol. He checked behind them to make sure they weren't being outflanked but, there was nothing. He momentarily thought that a sniper rifle's 50 caliber bullet, was a waste on something like a Grunt. He could have probably taken the gunner out with the DMR from this distance but, he didn't say anything and just rolled with it.<br/><br/>Unlike the BR55 Battle Rifle which was effective up to 656 feet, or 200 meters, the DMR was a marksman rifle, which doubled the range of the BR55, making it a choice weapon to specialists. It was one reason why Gladiator favored the DMR over the BR55, it was more accurate, had longer range, and less kick. The Battle Rifle really left you aching if you had to use it all day, which slowed your response time. The SRS 99D-S2 AM Sniper Rifle was more effective with a range of 4,920 feet, or 1,500 meters, and a suppressed kick, making it useful for even the greenest soldier. If they were good at math and had calm nerves, which was extremely rare. It wasn't for the antsy, shoot everything and then shoot some more type. One shot usually did the job with almost everything. Scorpion Tanks, Sparrowhawks, Covenant Wraith Tanks, and Hunters being the exception. Even the UNSC Hornet, Falcon, or Pelican ships could be brought down with a well placed shot from a SRS but, that didn't mean that it wasn't difficult. The MA5 Assault Rifle was more for the antsy types and greenhorns. He hated the MA5 with a passion, not only was it wildly inaccurate, it was a less effective weapon in his opinion. Gladiator just didn't see the point in such a waste of ammunition. People called him boring but, he had always responded "Maybe but, I'm alive. Good luck with the MA5."<br/><br/>Unlike a lot of soldiers, he loved sniping, it took precision, patience, and an awareness of your surroundings that normal open warfare didn't allow for. Things went fast as she took out the confused Elite, probably the pilot to the Wraith Tank, after splattering the Grunt's head all over the Wraith's purple armor, and handed him the rifle. He took it and placed the DMR on his back magnetising it to his armor plates, securing it. Gladiator looked through the SRS' scope, keeping their six covered as he looked for any Covenant Air patrols in the distance that might be called for back-up. Fortunately, he didn't see anything that he needed to be concerned about. When he saw her take off toward the alien guards, he turned and covered her from behind. Spotting an Elite that was taking aim at them as it took cover behind a safety rail. His breathing calmed as he entered what many called "sniper's time" and timed his heart beat, already running the necessary calculations through his head. The barrel wavered upwards, the sight rising with it, his heart beat again as time slowed, he exhaled, and pulled the trigger. The Elite's forehead was replaced with a hole the size of his finger and toppled backwards onto the pavement.<br/><br/>Another Elite ran from behind the abandoned Wraith Tank, just as Gladiator tracked it's movement it slid into the pilot's hole and the lid slid shut. He grunted in irritation and switched to his DMR, taking down two more Elites, one of which had been running to meet them, plasma repeater in hand. Gladiator took him down with three shots to the head, two to take down it's shields, and a third for the kill shot. The other had worn gold armor and had been directing his remaining forces and calling for back up.<br/><br/>The pilot inside the Wraith tried to take out the fast moving duo but, it was too slow to maneuver. The hot boiling plasma mortars the Wraith fired burned the air over their heads and shook the ground but, little else. Gladiator took out three Jackal snipers using Carbine, Focus, and Beam Rifles that had run from around the corner, drawn by the sounds of battle. Another Grunt went down with a shot to it's methane tank, which sent it up into the air, only to crash back into the concrete at lethal speeds. The body however, didn't stop there, and after rolling twice on the ground was flung over the bridge's safety rail by the still escaping gases. He checked their perimeter, and turned towards Valkyrie as she finished off the Wraith Tank with a grenade to it's pilot chamber, after wrenching the lid open. Gladiator spotted the Jackal Sniper on the corner of a building half a block away a hair of a second before it shot, overloading his partner's shields and knocking her from the tank. A moment later the tank erupted in flames.<br/><br/>"Valkyrie!!" Gladiator's warning was too late by the time it left his lips but, he had been able to fire one shot, before he had to dive for cover, the bright purplish beam missing him by inches. His own shot hit the alien scout high on it's shoulder, grazing it's leathery skin but, otherwise leaving it unharmed. He army crawled over to Valkyrie to check on her. Her pulse was strong in his biometric link as he pulled it up. The link had her outlined in red, an indication that she was injured, and that her shields were down. Gladiator grabbed her and slid her closer to the dead tank, so that she was covered. It wasn't the smartest move medically but, it would save her life if there were any more snipers with a better vantage point in that direction. He peeked out just as the Jackal returned from taking cover, and fired a wild shot at them, which hit low on the tank. He ducked back behind the Wraith, and turned to check on Valkyrie again. She was still breathing.<br/><br/>He peeked back out, double checking the distance, and ducked again as another beam bolt whizzed over his head. Angle, wind speed, distance, and the range of the DMR itself ran through his head in a blur, his mind calculating his chances of pulling off the maneuver he was thinking of. He took two quick breaths, dived to the side of the tank, leveled his rifle and fired. He'd seen this silly maneuver in old action holovids but, after practicing a little during training, he'd been surprised to find out that it was relatively effective. Of course it helped if the enemy didn't already know your position. That's what made the maneuver so silly, it left you vulnerable for precious seconds. Which often came down to everything on the battle field.<br/><br/>The bullet soared across three hundred feet and hit the Jackal in it's right eye, two centimeters from where Gladiator had aimed, the bullet's trajectory pushed slightly to the right due to the higher elevation. The blue and gold Spartan II rolled back behind cover. Just then the second Tank rumbled around the corner, it's plasma battery already charged. Gladiator pulled Valkyrie to her feet and pulled her away from the destroyed tank they were taking cover behind barely able to get a warning out as it fired it's plasma mortar. He pulled her in front of him and pushed her down to the street as they neared an alley nearby, and overloaded his shields as he activated his Armorlock ability, taking the brunt of the blast and heat in order to cover her. White plasma enveloped his field of vision, as he gritted his teeth against the heat. A second later the Plasma mortar impacted two feet in front of him and detonated against his overloaded shields. His shields went down and he rolled for the cover of the alleyway, not wasting any time.<br/><br/>Gladiator looked to the melted concrete where he'd just been, a nice human sized chunk remained intact. He looked back to Valkyrie, who from all appearances was unharmed by the plasma mortar.<br/><br/>He shrugged "The sniper's taken out. That one at-least. You okay Valkyrie?"