A second Hunter howled and fired his fuel rod cannon. The Chief swore as the wash from a slightly off-target plasma bolt set off the audible alarm, and the indicator in the upper right hand corner of his HUD morphed to red.
	The Spartan turned, hoping to put the second Hunter in his sight, but the massive alien slid behind a wall.
	Unable to fire, he backed off. The Hunter lunged forward, and the deadly arm-shield raked across his own already weakened shields.
	The Chief grunted in pain as the edge of the shield slammed through his armor’s shoulder joint. He felt a sickly tearing as the meat of his arm parted beneath the scalpel-sharp limb.
	He spun, and the spine wrenched free.