A thousand more shots rang out from the gallery, and John instinctively crouched to cover his fallen comrade. He braced for the inevitable burning energy impact. Plasma bolts and crystalline needles crisscrossed the galleries overhead, a spiderweb of energy and projectiles. Every shot was directed at the pair of Hunters who had fired upon John
and his team.
The Hunter pair raised their shields in unison and ducked behind them--the quarter-meter-thick slabs of metal could repel almost any single weapon's fire. . . but not this merciless barrage. These mightiest Covenant soldiers burned, their armor and
shields ignited as well, and John caught their outlines for only a split second before they were vaporized.
