Valkyrie remained close by, keeping her separation distance constant. It was oddly tranquil by the coast as they moved along, searching for the lost Spartan. She listened quietly to the conversation between Gladiator and Sierra 636, mentally creating strategies for the coming trek to the meet-up point. An ache at her temples reminded Valkyrie that the grenade might have given her a concussion. She knew it was a terrible idea to keep fighting with a head injury. But that was just part of being an S-II, wasn't it?<br/><br/>As she approached Gladiator and the unconscious Patric, she offered a hand. "I'll carry him. You're better with a rifle than I am." She effortlessly hefted her fellow Spartan and fell in behind Gladiator, holding her MA-5K lightly in one hand. "We'll need to find a vehicle soon. We're sniper bait right now."