Axilus Prime

Is the list even necessary at this point?

"THIS is what I think of your church!" Hunter=Church --- Night 9 A Phantom, launched from the Corvette, descended to the surface of the Forerunner planet. On board were the Ultra, Honor Guard Ultra, and the Hunter, who was wearing the helmet from his Swords of Sanghelios disguise as a replacement for the one shattered by the One. The Honor Guard Ultra made sure to land in an area where the defenses had already been brought down in the battle that had taken place on the planet earlier, so as to avoid being shot. "I'm starting to wonder if there's any point to this at all," the Ultra said, already charging his gauntlet's cannon. "We shot him straight through the chest, and he didn't die." "If there was no point to this at all," the Honor Guard Ultra replied, "we would have simply killed you already. Don't forget, 'Gibar, that we are not friends." The Ultra growled. "Is that meant to inspire trust?" "In a way, yes." The Honor Guard Ultra brought the Phantom to a hover. "Because we despise you so much, the fact that we are working with you on this should prove that this venture is very much worth your time." The Phantom's side opened, and the three warriors jumped out. "Now, we must find him." A massive Forerunner structure was clearly visible over the trees where they landed, glowing vibrantly and doing just about everything in its power to draw attention. "Hmm," the Ultra said. "I wonder how we'll ever do that." The One laid motionless on a table. Mechanical arms from the ceiling installed mechanical parts in the hole in his chest. First, a frame to stop the bleeding. Then parts within. Tubes through the frame, leading to blood vessels. An artificial heart. Finally, protective armor was added around all of it. He got up when the procedure was done. Then he heard creaking metal above him. That's not right. The sounds of crashes and explosions from above the ceiling followed. And they were getting closer. But he did not run. Instead, the parts installed in his chest spread out to form a circle. A glowing blue core within started spinning, building up speed the longer it went. Some of the walls around him burst and collapsed, and the ceiling of the room became warped. Another explosion from above the ceiling destabilized the mechanical arms that had installed the new parts in the One's chest. When they fell, most landed around the One, but one arm nearly hit him. He shoved it away with his arm and continued to stand there, spinning the core in his chest. Finally the ceiling collapsed. Massive chunks of metal fell toward the One. But he did not leave the place where he stood. He turned his body upward and fired a powerful energy blast from the core in his chest. In an instant, everything about to fall on him was vaporized. The outer frame of the building collapsed, but the One's blast prevented anything from falling on him. He closed up his chest after that and walked toward the shortest pile of rubble to climb over. "It lacks the capacity of the gauntlet...but it will do." Outside, the three warriors waited. The Ultra had his hand in a fist again, charging a new blast after the one he had just fired at the Forerunner structure. "I'm certain that didn't kill him." "Then why did you bother?!" the Honor Guard Ultra demanded. "To draw him out." As planned, the Ultra saw the One emerge from the rubble and jump down to face them. "I was hoping he'd take longer than that. You two know what to do!" "I think not," the One said. He looked down at his chest. The lights on the armor there were rising, but they were not yet all the way up. And so he charged. The Honor Guard Ultra fired his Plasma Rifle, but the One did not even bother to block that. "It was worth a shot." Stowing it, he drew his Energy Sword and charged. When the One drew closer, the Honor Guard Ultra threw a Plasma Grenade as he jumped. The One would not jump into that, allowing the Honor Guard Ultra to pass over him and get behind him. He sword lunged, only for the One to crouch so the blade would go straight through his head. Wait--WHAT?! The One moved forward to get off the blade and conversely leapt over the Hunter to get to the Ultra. There was a slit on each side of his helmet where the sword had stabbed, but no one could make out what was inside. The lights on his chest had reached the top, but he did not start spinning the core. Instead he moved in with a kick. The Ultra blocked with the gauntlet, but a punch landed on the side of his head instead, knocking him to the ground. "GRRRRRRGH!" He did not allow the pain to force his hand open, rather using it to clench it tighter. When the One moved in to finish him, a swing of the Hunter's shield from behind sent him flying over the Ultra instead. "Thanks." The Hunter merely responded by giving the Ultra the finger using the claws on his cannon arm, and fired a blast at the One. As expected, it was simply swatted away by the One's well-armored forearm. The One then opened his chest up and started spinning the core again. "I'm ready!" The Ultra stood and fired. To his surprise, the One fired as well. The green blast from the Ultra's hand met the blue blast from the One's chest. When the blasts passed into each other, they instantly destabilized, creating an explosion that de-shielded both Elites and sent everyone flying away. A warped depression much like an uneven crater remained in the center of the densely packed dirt. Everyone maintained their balance, however, and so they all landed on their feet. The Ultra instinctively closed his fist again to charge another blast. "How do we counter that?!" "I don't know," the Honor Guard Ultra lied. If he said what he was thinking aloud, the One would certainly prepare for it. For the moment, though, he simply charged alongside the Hunter. But his sword lunge ended in a crushing pain in the wrist. "GAAAAAH!" The One had caught his sword arm by the wrist, and with his other hand he took the weapon. The Hunter's shield bash he blocked with his knee, and then he thrust the sword at the Hunter himself. The stab hit the Hunter's impenetrable armor, but the force the One had applied in his rage was so great that the handle of the Energy Sword was crushed against the Hunter's chest on impact, destroying the weapon. The Honor Guard Ultra didn't dare bring out his Plasma Rifle after seeing that, so he simply punched the One in the side of the head. Following that, he put him in a headlock, but the One's neck was hard as steel. He couldn't pressure it at all, much less cut off the One's breathing. The One reached back and threw him into the Hunter's shield swing, causing his shield to go down. He moved in then and knocked the Hunter to the ground with an elbow strike to the chest. At that point, the lights on his chest had reached the top, so he opened it again to start the fire charging sequence. He would soon need it to counter the Ultra's gauntlet. That was the Honor Guard Ultra's opportunity, the reason he had safeguarded his Plasma Rifle. He pulled the trigger once, briefly, sending a bolt of plasma straight into the chest cannon's core. Just as planned, it exploded. The surging blue energy sent flesh and armor flying out in all directions. The rips extended into the One's shoulders, stomach, and neck. Then something strange occurred to the Honor Guard Ultra. From what he could see of the One's neck, there was no flesh there whatsoever. He looked back at the slit in the One's head where he had been stabbed, but still could not make out anything there. "GRRRRROA!" The Hunter stood up again and knocked the One to the ground with his cannon arm. He pounced on the Forerunner, then slapped him across the face. Over and over, back and forth, with his shield he slapped the One, warping and cracking the Forerunner's helmet. Finally, it shattered. And there was nothing there. "Hrrgh?!" The One shoved the Hunter off and stood, though he staggered backward. Strangely he continued to speak. "My nervous system...is decentralized now. So I have no need of a head...except perhaps...to see. I'll be needing a replacement helmet now...and a replacement chest." He vanished in a yellow flash just as the Ultra fired the gauntlet to finish him off. The green blast hit nothing, flying off into the distance. "What happened?!" The Ultra looked around in utter confusion. The One hadn't teleported to anywhere nearby. The only one able to answer, of course, was the Honor Guard Ultra. "He teleported elsewhere on the planet. Probably another base like the one you destroyed. I'd forgotten that these Forerunner planets have teleportation grids for fast transport. He couldn't make use of them all the way out on the ship, but here, he most certainly can." "That's ridiculous!" The Ultra roared in sheer frustration. The Honor Guard Ultra merely sighed. "Simply be glad it takes enough energy that he can't use it for combat." --- Execution Failed.

Punched in the gut unprepared. It's a much more durable area. Would you rather fight Manny Pacquiao in hand to hand combat, or a member of the Italian Mafia in a knife fight?

Did anyone get the joke when the One slammed his elbow on the Hunter's face?

Punched in the stomach 15 times. Would you rather be stuck bald for a week, or with Vegeta's hair for a week?

That's complicated, but very much interesting. I haven't spotted any issues with the game yet.

The parachute thing. The golden apple could curse me severely, which would be far worse than death. Would you rather have to read all text on this site in Kittens' font color of choice, or obey any command given to you by Caboose?

Well, there's an interesting turn. I was not expecting you guys to actually cooperate. Have a scene then! --- Day 8 The Elite Ultra approached the room in which the Forerunner weapon was stored. Until the Covenant infiltrators were dead, he could not return home. And while he had greater power than his foes, he was still outnumbered, and he would need an edge to be sure he could win. And so he entered the unlock code. He entered the room. What lay on the table in front of him appeared to be a gauntlet, but the information they had received from their human allies told them it was much more dangerous than it appeared. When he placed his hand inside the gauntlet, which was clearly too large, having been designed for a Forerunner, it shifted its parts and contracted. In a second, it now fit him perfectly. The circle in the center of the palm glowed a bright green. "There," he said to himself. "Now I'm ready." "Ready for what, might I ask?" The Ultra turned around when he heard the deep, echoing voice behind him. "You...you're the nineteenth one on this ship! You're the Forerunner who directed the planet's defenses to fire on both sides!" "This weapon belongs to Forerunners, and Forerunners alone. Your underdeveloped, mentally inferior races are unworthy of it." The One began to walk forward, slowly but threateningly. "And what if I told you that my faction works with the humans? You Forerunners have a preference for them, don't you?" The Ultra stood his ground, holding the weapon at the ready. "Most of our number do, yes. But the wiser of us, such as the Didact, recognize that no other can ever take our place. We are stewards of the galaxy. And we will not have you endangering that which is under our care. Relinquish the weapon." The One continued to walk. The Ultra's only response was a glare, and so when he was within a foot of the Ultra, standing head and shoulders above him, he seized the gauntlet and reached for the release button. When the Ultra attempted to withdraw the arm, he punched him in the face, sending him flying across the room. "You cannot resist me, Sangheili. You should realize that by now. If your intelligence outweighs your pride, you will take the only chance at life you have." The Ultra got to his feet. His shield was halfway down. "The only chance at life I have is this weapon. What stewards of the galaxy are you if you don't even watch over it?!" "We most certainly do, and your assumptions only further demonstrate that you are not worthy to wield our power." The One charged, intending to land a killing blow this time. "And so you will perish!" The Ultra made a fist, preparing to punch with the gauntlet. But when he did that, the circle in his palm emitted a bright glow. Making a fist clearly activated some sort of charging sequence. Realizing how the weapon probably worked, he instead opened his palm in front of the One's face. The energy was unleashed in a staggering blast that sent the One flying out of the room. The One did not crash before the Ultra's eyes, however. Rather, he rolled back before getting too close to the opposite wall and stopped in a crouching position. "If you observed the galaxy," the Ultra said, "then you know we would use this weapon only to protect its people! We would use it only against the mad remnants of the Covenant, use it only in defense! We would never wreak mindless destruction with it!" "I care not how highly you think of yourselves, Sangheili. Only Forerunners can be trusted. Your honor is nothing!" He charged again, and when the Ultra fired another blast, he avoided it. The next blast he blocked with his forearms, and finally he was within range for a killing blow again. His punch, however, ran into the gauntlet, and the armor on his fist cracked upon impact. "Grraaah!" The Ultra jumped back, making a fist again. Making a fist charges it. Opening the hand fires a blast. This weapon was said to be incredibly dangerous, but all it does is knock him back. Unless...unless it has no limit to how much it can be charged. It's harder than his armor, so... He kept his hand in a fist, and when the One charged again, he hurled a punch at his face. "YOU die!" But his forearm was pushed away by his foe's, and a punch flew at his stomach. He did move, but it grazed him, and the force of that alone sent him flying again. His back slammed into the wall at the end of the room, and his hand was forced to release. The blast, charged more than the first three he had fired, hit the corner of the room next to the door. An explosion larger than the blast of a Wraith resulted, leaving a huge hole in the corner's place, and blowing holes in the floor, ceiling, and the hallway's furthest wall. Incredible...but what good does it do me now?! There was no time to charge another blast like that, and the One was jumping towards him. To the great surprise of both combatants, a green explosion went off on the One's back, sending him flying over the Ultra and crashing into the wall. When he came down, clearly still shocked, the Ultra rolled away and made another fist. He attempted a punch at the One's back, but the Forerunner was too fast and turned with a kick. The impact sent the Ultra flying past his unlikely rescuer: the Covenant Hunter. The Hunter looked down at the Ultra, but strangely did not attack. Instead, he charged another fuel rod and fired it at the One's feet. "GROAAH!" The One stumbled, but then ripped the table the gauntlet had once rested on from the floor and threw it at the Hunter with one hand. The Hunter's shield protected it, but it had created a distraction. Now the One could charge--"WHAT?!" The Ultra opened his hand, sending a blast as big as the last one directly at the charging Forerunner. Even with both his forearms being used to block, the One was sent crashing through the wall at the end of the room. Quickly, the Ultra formed another fist and got up. "Why are you helping me?" "You should know, 'Gibar...Hunters can't talk." The Honor Guard Ultra, thigh healed by his suit's biofoam injectors, held his Energy Sword at the ready. "Now, we want you dead, but we realize we can't win. We could have, if he, one of our gods, had helped us. But it seems even a god can fall. Even a god...can commit heresy. And so we want him dead. We will help you. With that, you will kill him. And after that...I suppose we'll die with honor." "As twisted as your logic is, 'Xiaol, I will accept your help. This weapon needs time to charge if it's to deliver a strong enough blast to kill him. I will need you both to hold him off." The Ultra continued charging his weapon, keeping his eyes on the One, who was now getting up. "I think I've injured him enough that you stand a chance." "Even if we don't, our honor demands that we try. Besides," the Honor Guard Ultra said, taking on a bloodthirsty grin and tapping the hole in his thigh armor with his left hand, "I owe him!" He charged at the same time as the One, feinted a stab at his foe's chest, and took a stab at his thigh instead. The One was not fooled. He backstepped, avoiding the stab, then jumped and kicked the Honor Guard Ultra in the shoulder. The kick took off his glowing shoulder pauldron and gave off a loud crack. "And the mongrels unite." He leapt over the Honor Guard Ultra's head, preparing to kill him with an elbow to the spine when he landed. The Honor Guard Ultra did not allow this, instead jumping to the same height and striking with his sword. The blade instead made contact with the One's forearm, causing it to spark and disperse energy on the both of them. Damage was inflicted on the Honor Guard Ultra's shield and the One's armor alike, though with the blade unfocused by the sword block, there was hardly much of it. They both bounced away from the impact. The difference was that the Honor Guard Ultra landed perfectly fine. The One landed right in the Hunter's shield swing, slammed right in the back. He crashed down and rolled on the floor. The Hunter charged again and brought his shield down. "ENOUGH!" The One brought his palms together, one on each side of the Hunter's shield, and caught it. Then he turned his whole body, keeping the pressure on, enough to unbalance the Hunter and drag him to the floor. "Perhaps I am far enough above you to be considered a god...but THIS is what I think of your church!" He slammed his elbow on the Hunter's face, shattering the helmet entirely. The Honor Guard Ultra, true to his name, guarded his friend by tackling the One before he could strike the worms directly and finish the Hunter off. He raised his arm to stab, but stopped short at a yell of "Xiaol, get clear!" Immediately he got off of the One, while also pulling him up. The Ultra fired the blast straight at the One's chest. The green beam went straight through him, and the wall behind him, and the wall behind that. And so on. A deafening bang signaled that the last wall had been breached. When the blast stopped, the air started flowing swiftly out of the room. "Hrrrrgh!" Hanging on with the magnets in his suit's feet and the strength augmentations it gave him, he kept his eyes on the One. The Honor Guard Ultra, hanging on in the same manner, held on to the Hunter long enough to allow him to plant his feet and get a magnetic lock as well. And then all eyes were on the powerful Forerunner who had vexed both sides. The One, still standing there with a gaping hole in his chest where his heart once was, seemed entirely unaffected by the escaping air's pull. No words came from his mouth, only a low, constant growl. He staggered backward after a few seconds, hanging on to the edge of the hole in the wall. But then he spoke. "You don't know what the Forerunners are capable of...what I have done to my body. This...is not...over." Defeated, yet still living, he released the wall and flew out of the ship just before the emergency airlock shields closed to seal the hole in the ship's outermost wall. He hurtled through space for a few seconds before being caught by his planet's gravity and pulled in. Re-entry lit his whole body ablaze, and the impact of landing rattled him from head to toe. Yet after all that, he stood, groaning, and limped toward a structure in the distance. The One was not dead. --- Lynch Failed

Artificial intelligence? That's completely absurd. You all know what the One is now.

I'll grab a spot now before they run out. Number 7.

...Whoops. Sorry. Added you to it now. Church - 3.5 (Ledgend1221, Caboose da Serf, Pbrabbit, Self Destruct, Mr Kittens and Gibberish) Crescent Sniper - 2.5 (Church, Edward Kenway, Arbiter747, rrhuntington) Mr Kittens and Gibberish - 0 Yang Xiao Long - 0 For the record...Church is telling the truth.

Oh, no, you didn't. You were just injured.

Sounds a lot more like something Tartarus or Jul 'Mdama would do than something the Arbiter would do. --- Night 8 Thunderous footsteps shook the inside of the Corvette this night. The Hunter, furious at having victory ripped away from the Covenant's grasp when they were so close, sought out one other than the Elite Ultra, that final enemy at whose hand he knew he would meet his end. Beside him was the Honor Guard Ultra, who despite his white armor had only the abilities of an Elite Major, and so could not turn the tide against the enemy Ultra either. But perhaps they could get revenge. The Elite Ranger, the Hunter remembered, had reviewed the ship's data just before sabotaging its systems. There were nineteen aboard. Only eighteen had ever been seen. The nineteenth could not have been a member of the Swords of Sanghelios. He had boarded the ship, yet never shown his face once to anyone. He could have saved us. But he did nothing! Nothing since the moment he got on this vessel! I will destroy him! "What makes you think we can find him?" the Honor Guard Ultra protested. "I told you, we should just take our chances going after the last of the Swords of Sanghelios! There's still a chance we can beat him!" The Hunter growled, threatening to shield bash his last living ally if he spoke any further. The Ultra we knew would oppose us. But this one? This one had full freedom to help us! He had no allegiance! Yet he left us to die! As they ran, the Hunter suddenly felt a tug on one of his back spikes. He whirled around furiously, facing the one who had pulled the spike, but stopped when he saw that it was simply the Honor Guard Ultra. And he was pointing to the Hunter's left. The Hunter turned, and when he did so, he caught sight of the last thing he expected. If the eyes built into his helmet and neurally linked to his worms could twitch, one of them would certainly have done so. For he had found the last of the ship's inhabitants. One who had clearly stowed away in search of the Forerunner weapon this ship was being contested for in the first place. One who had likely created the Oracle killed by the Storm Grunt, and one who likely owned the weapon itself. The Hunter had come face to face with one of his 'gods'. The Honor Guard Ultra was just as surprised. Of all the people to leave the Covenant to die, this was the last he expected. What stood before them was a being slightly taller than an Elite but shorter than a Hunter, clad in pristine silvery armor. Blue lights arranged in patterns ran across the Forerunner's body. His face, whatever the expression on it might be, was hidden behind a threatening armored mask. "...Why? Why would you deny us your help?! You are one of the Covenant's gods! We exist...to serve your glory! With your help, we could have won! Easily!" The Forerunner did not move. He did not even tilt his head. His blank mask hid where his eyes looked, though to the Hunter and Honor Guard Ultra, he appeared to be staring into their souls. "I am no god, you primitive fool. I am simply here to stop you from taking what is not yours. What belongs to the Forerunners." "We desired it only to serve you!" The Honor Guard Ultra's face was now contorted in utter confusion. "If you're not one of our gods, who are you?!" "No. Both your factions desired it for your own purposes. And yours confuses its will with that of the Forerunners. All the divine inspirations you think you have were simply fabrications, products of madness, products of desire for personal gain...and more often than not both. For as you say, I am not one of your gods. I am simply...the One." With that, the Forerunner turned his back on the agents of the so-called Covenant, and proceeded down the hall. You are Forerunner...yet you betray us?! After all our loyalty?! HOW DARE YOU! Though he could not speak his words in the common tongue, the Hunter roared with savage fury and fired fuel rods madly at the One's back. I WILL HAVE VENGEANCE! The One turned around, deflecting each fuel rod with a lightning-fast swing of his arms. The shots landed on the walls, leaving burn marks and little else. "You will need more than that if you wish to harm me." "No," the Honor Guard Ultra said with a grin, "I think not! You wouldn't have bothered blocking if you had a true full body defense! Now DIE!" He threw a plasma grenade at the One's foot and stuck it. To his surprise, the grenade flew back away, narrowly missing his face. "How?!" More infuriated than ever, he drew his Energy Sword and charged. The Hunter followed suit, but the Honor Guard Ultra reached the One first and swung his sword. "Huh?!" A firm grip around his wrist overpowered all the extra speed and force granted by his armor's lunge assist, and he found the One's other hand around his neck. "GRAAAAAH!" Despite his dire situation, hope came when Hunter flanked the One and took a swing with his shield at his back. The One spun like a tornado, both throwing the Honor Guard Ultra into the Hunter's swing and taking his sword at the same time. He jumped away from the backswing, then spun again to dodge a fuel rod. As he faced them again, he threw the sword into the now-unshielded Sangheili's thigh. "GAAAAAAAAH--HAAAAAAAAAAA!" Unbearable pain filled the Honor Guard Ultra. He crashed to the ground and fumbled for the sword's handle, but he only pushed it, expanding the wound. His yell of pain was ignored by the Hunter, who, too consumed by his rage to care, stepped over him and charged at the One. The next surge of pain nearly blinded him, so he couldn't see what happened. All he could think about was getting a hand around the sword's hilt and deactivating the weapon. Yet even that he could scarcely manage. The Hunter swung at the One again. The One shoved the shield away with his forearm and responded with a punch to the Hunter's stomach. Even with the armor plate that had been added to this particular Hunter armor suit's stomach area, there was a surge that rattled the worms within. The Hunter emitted a high growl of pain, and a blow to his face sent him staggering back. Yet he persisted. He swung with his shield again, and when that was blocked, he went in for a punch to the face with his cannon arm. The One was struck, but the thunderous noise produced did not match the actual damage of the blow. Nearly undamaged, the One shoved the Hunter's arm out of the way, grabbed his head with both hands, and brought it down into a knee strike. He turned then, slammed his elbow into the Hunter's chest, and his face yet again. Cracks appeared in the Hunter's armor, cracks that even a Beam Rifle shot could not produce. The Hunter responded with a kick, but the One swiftly blocked it with his knee, grabbed the Hunter's head, and slammed his face into the wall. How...how can he do this?! The One placed his other hand on the Hunter's chest, and with a turn of his body threw the massive warrior down. "Interfere with me again, and you will die. The weapon on this ship...it is beyond you." --- Execution Failed. Suspect List (aka the only survivors): Church Crescent Sniper Mr Kittens and Gibberish Yang Xiao Long

Follower of Halo 5...you stand accused! Your wretched cat will not save you now! 'Tis the tinder on which you burn! Just kidding, you and Keko are both awesome. Congratulations.

Ironically, BaconShelf doesn't.

To be fair, if they had been able to muster their full voting power this round, they absolutely would have won. What they did wasn't needless extension, because it gave them just as big a chance to win as you had. You did win by a .5 vote, after all. You already know who did it, as does everyone else, so I didn't say anything. Church wasn't even on the list after your murder. Did you notice the music in your death scene though?

Day 7 The Elite Ultra, Ki'te Gibar, walked past the broken neural scanner. He could, perhaps, fix it if he tried. But why bother? He was the last member of the Swords of Sanghelios left alive on the ship. Everyone else, he knew, was against him. The Hunter, Leono Ardul Churoch, and the ironically named Grunt, Arbit, were both clearly revealed as the agents of Jul 'Mdama on this ship. Yang 'Xiaol, Honor Guard Ultra, had turned traitor. Yet a thought constantly ate away at his mind as he waited for one of them to arrive. The ship's systems, before the Ranger's sabotage shut them down when this all began, had registered exactly nineteen living beings on this ship. And just yesterday, when he accounted for everyone in his head, he realized that only eighteen had ever been seen. Count and recount as many times as he might like, there was always one who had never been seen. He heard a grumble and turned in the direction of the noise. "Come out, Arbit. Or do you prefer Storm Grunt?" He was careful not to underestimate his foe. He was just a Grunt, but Arbit had killed several already. No one had ever been able to explain it, and so the Ultra was constantly on guard for any tricks. For all he knew, the walls themselves could give aid to his enemy and kill him. "Ki'te Gibar, you are the last heretic!" The Grunt switched on his helmet's communicator, broadcasting the sound to all the other agents of the Covenant. It wouldn't be long until they arrived. Following that, he fired his Needler. "That weapon will do nothing!" The Ultra charged forward and drew his sword, letting every needle his his shield. The model of Needler the Grunt was using did not have the capability for creating supercombine explosions while an energy shield's interference was in place, a tradeoff for its tremendous rate of fire. He knew full well the others would be coming, and so he had to make this quick. The Grunt's clip emptied, and he realized he had no chance at killing the Ultra conventionally. He instead pulled out his breather tube and let the methane gas disperse while backing up. Still backpedaling furiously, he put the tube back into his nose right before tripping backward and falling on his rear. "Aigh!" "Foolish one!" The Ultra charged forward, but his comment became perhaps ironic when he brought the plasma blade into the cloud of colorless, odorless, flammable gas that the Grunt had dispersed. "GRAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The blade ignited the gas, triggering an explosion that sent the Elite crashing down and the weapon flying from his hand. What was that?! He rolled to the side and flung his arm out in the direction he came from, shaking off the remaining flames. His shield was down now, and he was forced to take cover behind the neural scanner. Yet he knew the Grunt would follow. With his sword gone, he drew his Plasma Rifle instead. As he heard the Grunt getting closer, he realized his shield would not regenerate, and so watched his radar, inching toward the edge at which the Grunt would no doubt appear. When he removed his nose tube...that dispersed the methane gas. That gas is flammable. He's been using that as a weapon this whole time! The Grunt came around the corner and saw his shieldless foe. What luck! He didn't even use his radar to stay away! As he fired the needles, however, the five foot distance between them soon became no distance at all. Wait, was he PLANNING to--?! The Ultra seized the Grunt's nose tube and pulled it out. "Today, that which you have used to destroy my comrades shall destroy you! Your salvation," he said, pressing the Plasma Rifle to the tube, "is now your damnation!" With a single shot, he ignited all the methane down the tube and all the way into the tank. And in a shower of metal, flesh, and blood, the Grunt's entire body exploded. Arbiter747, Storm Grunt, Lynched.

I didn't forget. I didn't bother because seriously, who DOESN'T know who everyone is?

That depends on how much voting power Protown can muster. At this point, it's a matter of both sides giving everything they've got. The deception is over. It's a battle now, and if one side lets up for a moment, they will die. --- Night 7 As with every night, the unsleeping monitor of the planet the Forerunner weapon the Covenant sought had been recovered from floated around the halls. She had aligned herself with the Swords of Sanghelios, knowing full well that they could protect it better than the broken defenses of the planet could. If the misguided fools who worshiped her creators got it, after all, the galaxy would be in quite a bad situation. Her creator, however, disagreed. He still believed he could keep it safe, if he only could take it back. Somewhere on this ship, her creator, one of the few remaining Forerunners, had remained perfectly hidden. And despite the efforts of both sides to find him, and learn what he could do, no one had so much as caught sight of him since. And so as with every night, she tirelessly searched for the one who created her. Perhaps he could be reasoned with, and if not, he could be killed. Finally, she detected someone on her radar. "You can come out," she said. The Storm Grunt recognized the voice and immediately took off running the other way. There was only one on this ship who sounded like that, and only one way to bring her down. He made for the secondary armory, the room in which ceremonial weapons, and weapons given to the Swords of Sanghelios by the human scum, were kept. Humans disgusting, but they make one useful thing! The Oracle followed, but when she entered the room, the Grunt was nowhere to be seen. Nothing appeared on her radar, meaning he was standing still. She began to scan for life signals when a beam slammed into her from behind, burning away portions of her body. Worst of all, being shot from behind had disabled her weapons system. She turned, naturally, and quickly moved away from the next shot. While the Spartan Laser overheated, she sent out a beam of energy, seized a ceremonial metal sword with it, and sliced off the front of the weapon. The Grunt ran to the other side of the room, took a ceremonial sword of his own, and assumed a fighting stance. The Oracle had been damaged enough by his shot that now he could cut her with the weapon. "Ball thing think she sword fight better than me?!" The Oracle didn't say anything, simply flashed her eyeball and tilted forward as if to nod. With her energy 'arm', she brought the sword in front of herself. (At this point, this music should play. Ash, I think you'll like this.) The two charged at each other, the Grunt swinging first. The Oracle did not block, but instead rose up and dropped her sword on the Grunt. The Grunt dove away and jumped up to swing at the Oracle, but she extended her energy 'arm' down to catch her sword and bring it between them to block. With another energy 'arm', the Oracle took a second sword and swung each at the Grunt from another direction. The Grunt backed up, then prepared to attempt a stab. Before he could, something caught his eye. The Oracle was sparking. He took out his nose breather tube to disperse some methane, then backed away while putting it back in. Just as planned the Oracle moved into it, and the flammable gas was ignited by the sparks. Now me kill you! The Grunt ran around the Oracle as the explosion obscured her vision and only then took a stab. Footsteps make noise, and with the multi-channel audio receptors of a Forerunner Monitor picked it up even with the explosion's interference. She moved, but the stab grazed her. Her energy arms flickered, and in that instant she dropped her weapons. In desperation, she attempted to catch the Grunt's next attack with an energy arm, but the slash was far too quick, and she was only saved by the Grunt having to jump back when the dropped swords bounced at him. Regaining her bearings, the Oracle restored her energy arms and took her swords up again. What followed was a furious series of attacks and blocks from each side. Neither could land a hit on the other, though they almost routinely came close. The Grunt's reach would normally have put him at a disadvantage, as would the fact that his enemy was dual wielding swords just as big as he was. However, the explosion had damaged the Oracle enough that her energy arms were far weaker than the Grunt's arms, and so every time he deflected her swings, the sword he hit would be sent far off to the side. They fought like this for nearly a minute until the Grunt got an idea. He drew his Needler, a useless weapon against the Oracle under normal circumstances. Rather than firing, he threw it at her eye. "HYAAAAAAAAH!" In that split second of distraction, he swung. The Oracle brought both her blades up on instinct. They collided with the Grunt's sword, deflecting it when it came within an inch of her body. The impact jarred her energy arms to the point that they dropped the swords, making her realize that she needed a better strategy. Immediately she flew backward at full speed, gaining some distance. There were countless weapons in the room, though only some were melee weapons. Those which were not, she naturally had no way to use. Or at least, no way to fire. Though her energy arms could barely maintain a steady grip, the Oracle could still use them to throw. And so she lashed out. Hundreds of them, seizing weapon after weapon and hurling them at the Grunt. The Grunt would dodge, take cover, or knock the weapons away, but when that happened she would retrieve a weapon and bring it back at the Grunt from another direction. The Grunt saw a sword, deflected it, then was hit by an Assault Rifle. It didn't remove anything from his body, but the pain was distracting, enough that a sword was able to pass by his face and cut his breathing tube. He wouldn't last long without it, even with a Grunt's natural ability to hold its breath for far longer than most other species. More human weapons flew at him, and with his back to a tipped-over table, he deflected them all to avoid being dazed again. When he popped out to look for the Oracle, a warhammer whooshed toward his face. "GYAAH!" He ducked, and the sound the hammer made when it struck the wall behind him was terrifying. "That's IT!" The only way to stop this hellstorm of projectiles would be to disperse them long enough to create a window of opportunity. His weapons might not work against the Oracle herself, but that was not his intention. He deflected more projectiles coming back around at him, then threw a plasma grenade over the table. As planned, it couldn't help but stick to a flying weapon, and the explosion sent the weapons hurtling in all directions. A space was now clear. The Oracle struggled to retrieve that many weapons at once, but as she sent her energy arms out to do the job, the Grunt jumped over the table and threw a Battle Rifle at her. It missed, but the lapse in attention was enough. When she looked again, the Grunt had closed the distance and was right in front of her. "DIE!" He slashed at the Oracle, splitting her in two. "DIE!" He slashed again, down at the pieces, splitting them. "DIIIIIIE!" And finally, when the eyeball started to roll away, he slashed at that too, shattering it into pieces. And so the Grunt left, to replace his breathing tube at the Covenant hideout within the ship. There was one target left. --- Ash, Oracle, Executed. Suspect List: Arbiter747 Crescent Sniper Mr Kittens and Gibberish Yang Xiao Long

Elite Ultra. Has two lives.

How interesting this is shaping up to be...this could go either way now. I'm just gonna post the role status here so people can see just how even this fight has become. Next two rounds decide it all.

So, as most of you probably know by now, I like drawing Transformers. Optimus Prime, Grimlock, Lockdown...now here's a new one. This took a long time because it was so hard to do. Seriously, at this point I am convinced that this guy is so evil that he refuses to cooperate with any attempt to draw him. But finally, here he is. Galvatron.

You have other things to worry about.

0 - Ash 0 - Crescent Sniper 6 - Church (Ledgend1221, Kakashi_Hatake, Caboose The Ace, Self Destruct, Mr Kittens and Gibberish, Ash, Pbrabbit, Rue) 6.5 - Kakashi_Hatake (Church, rrhuntington, Bnus, Yang Xiao Long, Edward Kenway, Arbiter747, Both of Arbiter747's secret votes used simultaneously) Yeah, that's actually allowed.