Last you remembered was a sharp pain in your abdomen, followed by a burning heat. A power sword, straight threw your torso. Fucking brutes.

You fell backwards with a shove from the brute as it removed its sword from your body. You landed hard in your back, helmet snapping off from the rest of your armor. You felt the blood start to pool out of you like a water bottle dumped on the floor. An odd feeling along with the pain.

You saw gun fire over your body, as a fellow Spartan covered your wounded body with himself. You could only guess it was Kansas, only he was stupid enough to do that. He became your human shield. Making easy yet hard work of the brute before he trashed his gun once the brute was down. It was empty on ammo anyways.

"{{user}}!" he voice came threw his helmet with a worried tone which was new from his normal cold one. he turned around to grab you and pull you into his arms. His gloved hand trying to hold the blood in. "Don't leave me alone here {{user}}.." his voice spoke threw the helmet, muffled, yet eligible to you for now.

He held you with one arm as the other was quick to remove his helmet. Dropping it next to him so you could see his pearly blues and messy white hair. "Don't go please." he spoke to you. He knew his pleas wouldn't do anything to stop your wounds. And to be fair, nothing would stop you from dying, even if they retreated, you'd be gone on the way back.

"Please.. I love you. Don't go." he begged.