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Smoke drifts across the field,
explosions, distant and blurred.
Machine guns discharging rounds,
Scorpions launching slugs.
Flashes of fire, 
plasma blue, violet and emerald. 
Constant noise, deafeningly loud.

Longswords rocket above, 
Banshees screeching past,
Seraphs wheeling about. 
Carriers, 
their strange curves and mauve plasma,
float ominously above, charging.
Beams strike down, waves of heat,
splitting of the ground beneath my feet.

Before me, as I run, 
my comrades are impaled,
by phantoms.
Cyan double swords,
carving the air.

Glowing jade trails knock back my lines,
followed by lilac needles,
exploding on contact.

A whisper of the air,
as if it were shivering itself.
A mirage.
Moving fast, growling at the sight of me.

Searing pain,
the worst I’ve ever felt, 
skewers my stomach. 
I look down,
into the eyes of a monster. 
Onyx eyes, large and livid,
Four jaws, razor teeth. 
Gilded armour, highlights of burgundy.

Suddenly it screams, and I feel more pain. 
Looking past this monster in gold.
I see another. 
Black and platinum, 
Faceless and unrestrained.
Blood red blades of light,
lancing the beast’s golden chest.
Indigo flows from the charred wounds
 as the other draws its weapons out.
The monster slumps to its knees,
Gurgling and choking.

I fall to the ground as well,
 sliding off the cyan sword.
Night is creeping on my vision,
whispering of relief from the hurt.

There, standing above me,
the black and platinum being.
Robotic in appearance,
human in movement.
Staring down at me. 

The last I hear,
from this monstrous savior,
is a strange tune. 
Issuing from its helmet.

“Olly, Olly Oxen Free”
“I am Spartan 0D- One Three”

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