A trio of additional Grunts landed on the Master Chief’s shoulders and grabbed hold. It was almost laughable, until the Spartan realized that one of them was trying to remove his helmet. A second alien carried an ignited plasma grenade—the little bastards meant to drop the explosive into his armor.
	He flexed his shoulders, and shook himself like a dog.
	Grunts flew in every direction as the Master Chief used short controlled bursts to put them down.