She considered the scene in front of them before pressing the gas. They started out slowly, picking up speed. There was the idea of setting up the puma to be a stationary weapon to help their defense, but that plan reeked of plasma grenades. They weren't sure what had the soldiers pinned down, and waiting around to see would lose their initiative.<br/><br/>There was a time to cower in a trench, and a time to go all-out. "I want you to get that gun working as soon as we clear this corner," she said.<br/><br/>Lieutenant Garrison gawked as the spartan yanked on the handbrake and turned the wheel hard right, skidding past him in a cloud of tire smoke. The clatter of the mounted machine gun had heads turning as Valkyrie weaved around obstacles in the street, plowed through a sangheili warrior and performed a hard handbrake turn, reversing direction and hurtling back up the street, cleaning out what covenant they had missed. The incoming fire was thick now, but the army grunts that had dug in were firing in earnest too, emboldened by the display.<br/><br/>Valkyrie glanced over a Gladiator to make sure he was still attached to the vehicle. When she turned back, an elite with a plasma rifle loomed huge on the driver's side, latching onto the frame. It's fist smashed into the side of her head, rocking the spartan in her seat. Her vision flashed white, but before the elite had time to capitalize on the moment of weakness, she released her seatbelt, braced her feet against the frame of the Warthog and leapt clear, slamming into the alien. "Fuck you."<br/><br/>The sangheili hit the ground with a crunch. Valkyrie drew back her fist and punched it in the head, hard enough to shatter its armored helmet. When it tried to aim its plasma weapon, she cleanly broke the arm and jammed the rifle into the base of the alien's skull, mashing the trigger. Needless to say, what was left could not be described as combat-ready. She turned back to where the Warthog had been, only to see it roll to a stop halfway down the block, Gladiator still running the machine gun.<br/><br/>"Sorry bout that, Glad." She took off at a sprint for the vehicle, unslinging her rifle.