Gladiator fired a shot from his sniper rifle into an oncoming Elite Zealot that had drawn it's sword, the shot had hit precisely where it was supposed to. Right in the center of it's chest where the armor was thickest, it was also where their sheild generators were kept, adding extra protection to their armor to keep the wearer safe. Ofcourse it didn't help much when your opponent quick drawed and fired a burst of Battle Rifle fire into your head. Gladiator shook his head<em>they always underestimate us and because of that, they'll never learn</em>. Gladiator didn't responde to Spartan 334's progress, he didn't have time. Hunter asked a prudent question and Gladiator thought it prudent to give him an answer. He looked to his motion tracker for a split, taking his eyes off the battle field for a second as Hunter took care of a Brute and two Grunts with his shotgun.<br/><br/>His motion tracker showed a big blob of red still in the stair well, and one was bigger than the others. It almost seemed as if the others swarmed around it to try and cover it's signature. A Hunter. A second later an explosion ejected debris and grunts from the stairwell, toppling over another Elite that was caught by suprise as it stepped out onto the roof. Gladiator shot it before it could begin to pick itself back up. He looked at his motion tracker again and the Hunter was still there, though those around it had been considerably diminished. Now there were atleast 8 individual red dots besides the Hunter and most of them were probably picking themselves off the ground in the stairwell by now. Sling cautiously moved forward, his sub-machine gun trained on the remains of the doorway.<br/><br/>"Move cautiously guys, I'm reading eight more covenant still in the stair well, along with a B. R. D. that can only be a Hunter" Gladiator said as he switched weapons once again, taking a Covenant Energy Sword from his thigh and a plasma grenade from one of his pouches. Sling nodded but made no comment. For a second that seemed to last hours, everything was quite. Then the world sped into overdrive. Four Grunts rushed the doorway, the lead two brandishing two plasma grenades, one in each hand as they growled and cried, running crazily towards it's own peril. A quick burst from Sling's sub-machine gun took care of it, the two grenades going over the edge of the building and detonating harmlessly. Then two green archs of plasma detonated on the doorway, crumpling in the metal frame and sending concrete skittering across the ground. Sling wisely stepped back, letting his sheilds take the damage. Gladiator threw the grenade and Sling dived for cover, a second later the grenade landed at the feet of the two Grunts carrying Fuel Rod Cannons and detonated, sending their carcasses over the side of the building. The big red dot made it's way forward as two short barks were given from an Elite within the stairwell and the Hunter stepped out, it's sheild arm already up and it's Fuel Rod Cannon already glowing.<br/><br/>Gladiator took out another plasma grenade and ignited the Elite plasma sword "Alright, Hunter, Sling draw it's fire. Keep it distracted on you two for a second, so I can get behind it and plant the grenade, once the grenade detonates. Take it out, because all it's rage and anger will be on me then. Got it?" The blue and gold Spartan didn't wait for a reply, he ran straight at the heavily armored alien, it fired it's Fuel Rod cannon and Gladiator dived to the side, the boiling green energy missing him and the others by a mile as it passed between them. Gladiator rolled up onto his feet and headed in again, this time for the big aliens sheild arm. The Hunter raised it's arm to swat him aside, and Gladiator dived again, the shield wizzing by his head by mere centimeters as he went into a summersault and came up on the Hunters backside.<br/><br/>Now all the others had to do was fire as the Hunter turned around slowly to track it's elusive prey.