When she came too she was no longer in the battlefield. Her armor was cushioned from below by soft untouched soil. With a heavy groan she sat up and made an attempt to open her eyes. She was quickly blinded by the rising morning sun and squeezed her eyes back shut. Her gloved hand worked at the soil while she attempted to clear the fog her brain had been put in from that last hit.

The last thing she remembered was a giant brute coming after her. She had ran out of Ammo and was quickly approaching a dead end. When she spun around to face her advisory she had miscalculated his speed and he was already on her. One giant swipe of his hand sent her helmet flying and stars spinning in front of her eyes.

The last thing she remembered before passing out was the Brute laughing over her prone body.

Quickly shaking her head she pushed off the ground and stood. Wherever she was there was not a single sound of battle. She opened her eyes again and squinted against the sun. High overhead she could hear the whine of several aircraft.

However something wasn’t right. Quickly bringing her hand up to shield her eyes she had her first real good look around. Her brow furrowed as something deep inside her started to awaken.

“Halo…”