228 waits to a count of three before following the Commander in, turning the shotgun and blasting an Elite point blank as he tried to flank Commander Sophia. His shield fizzled out and before he could turn to face the Spartan II, he was gurgling in surprise from the knife blade now implanted in his skull. Pulling his blade free, 228 turns his attention to another group of nearby Grunts and emptying the last four shells in the shotgun into them. As he pumped the last shell out, he put the weapon back on his back and drew his katana, taking advantage of the close quarters to remind the Covies of why he and the other Spartan IIs were known as Demons by their kind. 

A Jackal hiding behind it's shield had little chance to turn around as 228 flipped over him and split him in two, the halves hitting the floor just as 228 removes the breathing apparatus and head of a nearby Grunt. He could already hear them running back towards the main hangar. [color=Orange]"Ah, a Demon! A Demon is here! Flee for your lives!"[/color] Chuckling in spite of himself, he sheaths the blade and pulls out the shotgun again, reloading it and pumping a round into the chamber before looking at one of the Elites that had come back when the Grunts fled. It wore the armor of a Zealot, so the Spartan wasted no time in engaging it

Without speaking, 228 surged forward and slammed the butt of his shotgun into the side of the Elite's head even as it drew one of it's energy swords, the shield fizzling out and the blow sending the Elite stumbling to one side. Still, the Zealot, to it's credit and skill, swung at 228, forcing him back. Once more putting the shotgun on his back, he drew his katana and moved forward once more, catching the next slash from the Zealot on the blade.