Hearing no reply but the sounds of a battle above, the Spartan could only assume a worse case scenario. Raising from the cover of the cubicle he had used for cover, the Spartan began moving. The material used to create the cubicle was weak and stood no chance as the Spartan lurched forward, running to the nearest Elite he could find, the blue armored alien had time only to jump in surprise and give out a growl before the Spartan slammed his shoulder into the chest of the Elite, whom had no time to set himself or move to evade. The Elite's growl turned up a few octaves, turning into a wheezing death rattle, his lungs collapsing from the impact. Turning from the Elite the spartan kicked out, slamming his right armored boot into a red armored Elite's leg. Howling the Elite tumbled, falling.<br/><br/>The Spartan caught the Elite, shook him once then spun him around, arm closing around his neck tightly. Shotgun aimed at the two visible Elites; Red armored veteran; Blue armored rookie. The two Elites were stunned as the captive Elite struggled. It was difficult for the Spartan to keep his hold and he was losing it slowly; he had to act soon. Hearing movement behind him spurned the Spartan into movement, jerking his arm straight, he sent the captive Elite forward, the other two not sure what to do, their instincts kicking in.<br/><br/>Turning his back on them the Spartan moved to grab the pump of the shotgun with his now free arm but was interrupted as a bright beam flashed through his shotgun, accompanied by the his of molten metal. He had only the time to register that it was a Golden armored Elite, wielding a plasma sword, leg raised, slamming into his chest. For all the strength the Spartan possessed he was unprepared and was nearly rivaled in strength by the average Elite.<br/><br/>The kick naturally sent the Spartan back, a grunt escaping his slightly parted lips as a the Spartan's feet temporarily leave the floor, his arms moving forward from the force. Straightening his torso the Spartan planted his feet on the floor, his arms lowering to his sides. There was too much momentum and he couldn't fully stop himself. Slamming into something not quite as hard as he was the Spartan collapsed on something squishy.<br/><br/>Rolling to the side and springing to his feet the Spartan spared the barest of glances to the location he had fallen, the Blue armored Elite had been directly behind him and hadn't been smart enough to move out of the way. Jumping to the side, the Spartan narrowly dodged a plasma grenade. His had jumped on pure instinct. You had to keep moving when fighting one so high on the other side.<br/><br/>Despite, of because he had jumped on instinct, he landed awkward and stumbled, his left hand taking the pistol from his hip, twirling it onces in a flashy move as he continued to stumble, the wounded Red armored Elite came into the open, his field of fire. Bothering with no aim, the Spartan began pulling the trigger as quickly as he could, sending the entire magazine at the Elite. The kick to it's leg had wounded the Elite well enough he couldn't get out of the way, his shields to most of the shots, but they had already been weakened and when they flashed off, the two last bullets slammed into his chest armor, piercing it and dropping the alien.<br/><br/>letting himself fall the Spartan turned and rolled, coming up and dashing to the side, he could hear one somewhere behind him but there was no sign or sound of the second Elite. Risking a glance back, the Spartan saw the other Red armored Elite giving chase. Looking forward, the Spartan scanned the area ahead of him. Focused on his task of evading the Red Armored Elite and looking for something, the Spartan didn't see the hole in the floor his foot landed on. The hole had been small, likely the result of a bullet or two passing through, the Spartan's weight was more than enough to make the hole bigger as his foot plunged into it, tripping him. He had only time to register a trapped foot and see bright, nearly white blue streak past where his neck had been. Landing the Spartan kicked his trapped foot and rolled, his foot easily coming free.<br/><br/>Springing to his feet, the Spartan had to immediately turn to the side, evading a stab to the stomach then jump towards the Golden Elite, too far into his reach as he turned the stab into a slash. The result was the Elite slamming his rm into the Spartan's side- who was ready for the impact this time- and having his arm trapped as the Spartan's arm snapped down, crushing the Elite's arm against his side. The Elite howled in pain but kept up the fight.<br/><br/>The Spartan dropped his now empty pistol to the floor as the Elite raised his other arm, the Spartan reached up and grabbed the Elite's wrist, the hand attached clutching a plasma grenade, right in front of their faces. The Spartan could swear the Elite's mandibles moved in a smile as the Alien's thumb depressed the activation of the Plasma. Neither one could just leave or the other would kill them. Instead they both fought for the grenade, pushing and pulling it, flinging about wildly. The two stumbled through the broken cubicles and over bodies. They fought for their lives. The only thing keeping them alive was the Alien's thumb still depressing the activation.<br/><br/>Grunting the Spartan found himself rolling on the ground, now wrestling with the Elite for the grenade, they had tripped over the body of a brute, the fall had hardly been noticable to both Human and Shangelli, both were oblivious of the fact that the Plasma grenade was no longer in their possession for two seconds. Both looked at the Grenade six feet from them as it hissed on a as yet unmarked spot on the floor. They both stared at it dumbly for two seconds before hauling themselves up, unconsciously helping each other up and diving in the other direction.<br/><br/>The grenade exploded just before they ended their dive, the force just strong enough to send to two further forward. The Spartan hit a solid wall in a daze and lay there for three seconds before slowly rising, shaking his head to clear it. Looking around him, the Spartan found the Golden armored Elite doing much the same, only cradling his arm, the armor slightly dented. The two looked at each other, both with a little respect, neither with much hostility.<br/><br/>Several seconds before the two simultaneously nodded, a silent communication having past between the two. Both turned, Spartan heading towards the duffel bag that had fallen from his shoulder at some point, Elite making his way down, out of the building.