<br/>Gladiator smirked at Hunter's joviality as they reached the tank. Gladiator knelt down and cupped his hands so that Hunter could use him as a step of sorts. A moment later sounds of battle from around a nearby corner drew Gladiator's attention for a moment. He looked up to Hunter with a grin on his face "sounds like Patric's keeping them busy, let's move."<br/><br/>After the injured Spartan was safely in the gunner's seat, Gladiator jumped aboard the Wraith and down into the pilot's compartment. He looked around briefly getting his bearings before throttling the purple beetle-like machine forward into the intersection and turned the thing to face the coming soldiers of the Covenant. There were about thirty infantry warriors in all made up of Elites, Grunts and Brutes in front of them, and they all stopped somewhere between shock and surprise when the Wraith Tank appeared before them. "Suprise!" Gladiator shouted from his hole as he pushed the firing stud that activated the plasma launcher on the top of the vehicle. Blue white plasma streaked towards the confounded group of aliens and detonated in the middle of them, throwing those farthest away from the blast point out in every direction. Only five picked themselves up from the groung after the blast.<br/><br/>"Patric. Hunter and I are safely in the commandeered Wraith. Grab yourself a vehicle of some sort and form up on us. We're done running!" Gladiator said switching over to the Team's frequency.