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- John, SPARTAN-117, despite being encased in a half ton of angular MJOLNIR armor, moved like a shadow through the twilight forest underbrush. The guard on the perimeter of Base New Hope drew on a cigarette, took a final puff, and tossed the butt.
- John lunged, a whisper rustle, and he wrapped his arm around the man's neck, wrenching it up with a pop.
- - Halo: Ghosts of Onyx, Chapter 1
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