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|| I have been mildly tempted to change her helmet for a third time

|| But lookie

BOOOOOOO

C O W A R D

It is tragically obvious which “fuck aliens” camp she’s a part of.

think critically.

And so she stepped back into the room, and toward her breaching point. She would return to the maintenance halls she had been lurking in minutes prior, and from there make an escape.

Nyrmaeus had every intention to pursue, right up until she had stepped into the hall to see how far they had already retreated. The element of surprise was gone. There was no telling just when Sable could assemble reinforcements, nor how many they would bring. Feral as she was, Nyrmaeus could —

|| Literally 75% of my posts on Tora were attracting bots. It’s been driving me mad

|| The bots have been putting up a fight lately

the traitor went with something far more impulsive: she threw her energy sword after Sable.

It was only once her weapon had left her hand that she reached around her back to tear the knife free.

When the throw blade struck and stuck into a portion of her back only covered with her techsuit, Nyrmaeus made no noise. The only evidence she had felt the injury was in how quickly she turned to enact retribution. By then the other Gamma was reaching the exit. Rather than immediately give chase, —

|| Prior to defecting from the UNSC and completely losing her mind, Nyrmaues was Nezhka-G002

She brings a certain feral doom to the function.

headlong into enemy fire.

There was no thought to seek cover. No thought reach for another weapon. She just charged with her blade and made it her mission to shred the cover Sable was using, and Sable themself in a flurry of wild slashes and thrusts.

Her shields burst at the same moment her weapon scorched her hand and ceased firing. As the next few rounds dented and scratched her Jiralhanae-etched Mjolnir, Nyrmaues took the smoldering weapon and threw it full-force at Sable. In the same motion, she pushed herself off the wall and dashed —

fire.

A rapid barrage of crimson plasma illuminated the room. The trigger was pulled before Nyrmaeus was even steadied on her target, but it did not take long for her aim to snap to them. She seemed content with holding down the trigger until the weapon overheated.

Each shot had the traitor’s shields flare. By the time the kick struck and knocked her back, her HUD was alerting her of critical shield levels. Not that she really slowed down to take the defensive. As soon as her back struck the wall, Nyrmaeus drew a red plasma rifle from their hip and opened —

strategy. As she turned toward her target, she again made one wide swing with her blade — which was immediately followed by her stepping forward and swinging a closed fist toward her opponent. Hidden beneath the feral assault remained some level of reactive technique.

The first swing was a wild, wide arc as she stormed the room. She hit nothing but air and furniture. Despite the apparent thoughtless ferocity of her actions, she was still a Spartan. Nyrmaeus reacted to her shields flaring in an instant.

Her movements had more force behind them than calculated —

She would expect nothing less.

And suddenly, energy sword ignited, Nyrmaeus is bursting through the wall.

There will be violence.

She’s been off her smoothers for over a year, and she’s going to make it everybody else’s problem.

She’s in your walls.

|| If traitor, why pretty

Putting up a bundle of plasma grenades and just yeeting them all at once.

She’s here for the sole purpose of fighting everybody else.

“Do it jiggle?” — Atriox

|| Give me gamers to grind Firefight with, I beg

Raiding a UNSC facility, stealing explosives. Life’s good.

|| If traitor, why pretty