He tries recovering his senses as molten glass washes over his armor. His ears rang. As he stares up at the skies filled with Seraphs and Longsword Fighters, he only notices his helmet had been knocked away. In front of them was a massive storm gathering kilometers away, deep into the Covenant position.
A Warthog laid overturned to his left alongside his helmet. He doesn't find Ami.
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He tries recovering his senses as molten glass washes over his armor. His ears rang. As he stares up at the skies filled with Seraphs and Longsword Fighters, he only notices his helmet had been knocked away. In front of them was a massive storm gathering kilometers away, deep into the Covenant position.
A Warthog laid overturned to his left alongside his helmet. He doesn't find Ami.
He stumbles, muttering. Barely hearing himself.
"Ami...?"